The Fat Lady

The fat lady with the fur coat sings
Tra, la, la...
To the tune of her catch
Not labour by day,
nor labour by night
Her seduction is her fare
and her lust, her fight.

 
This one is dedicated to Siuyin...
(sorry, please don't ask me what this poem is all about...i have no clue either!)

Atop the attap tree i saw
Three deers a-feeding on the straw
One was spotted,
One was blue,
And the last one neither less nor more.

 

Hmmm.... I think Vanessa wants a poem....

As tears fall down my broken chin
I wonder why they made such a din
For though I did not yet retire
My talent was about to expire

Now I know that it makes no sense, its called "postmordernism"

 
Wondered what my book will be all about?
Thought this poem would make a nice hors d'oeuvre.....

And alien tears will fill for him

Pity’s long-broken urn,

For his mourners will be outcast men,

And outcasts always mourn.

- From The Ballad of Reading Gaol, by Oscar Wilde

 
Kids Say the Darndest Things

Art Linkletter: Who's the boss in your house, your mother or your father?

Small boy: Mmm...both of them!

Art Linkletter: Hey, you're a diplomat, aren't you?

Small boy: No, I'm a Catholic-Baptist!

 
What do little Eric Fitchett, 7, of Manchester, Britain, and maverick airline boss Richard Branson have in common?

They both offered to buy British Airway's Concorde fleet for 1 pound (S$2.80).

Sir Richard had suggested two weeks ago that Virgin Atlantic might be willing to take over the Concorde routes if he could buy the BA fleet of seven supersonic jets at the original purchase price of GBP 1 each.

Eric wrote to the Virgin atlantic boss, saying: "I still have some birthday money left over, so can I buy a Concorde?"

Sir Richard was so touched by the letter that he rang Eric at his home. During their chat, he told Eric: "I'm afraid you can't come in on the deal but you'll be my first passenger if I clinch it."

Eric, who wants to be a pilot, said: "We spoke for only about five minutes, but I'm sure he's really busy so it was just great that he even bothered to call."

A keen plane spotter, Eric has clocked thousands of air miles travelling to Singapore, Monaco and Bali, usually to see his father Alan, 53, an off-shore installation manager, who is often away for months at a time due to work.

Taken from an article in The Straits Times/Manchester Evening News