Wednesday, 16 December 2015
Every day I wake up with a new hairstyle.
There is an app on my phone that makes me look fat. It is called camera.
Tuesday, 15 December 2015
Kids are very optimistic. Every glass they leave sitting around the house is at least half full.
DOCTOR: I'm afraid I've got bad news ME: *pulls an apple from pocket* DOCTOR: *sweating* GOOD NEWS, I MEANT GOOD NEWS
My wife ask me to write a poem today I really don't know what to say Maybe it's because it's her birthday Not wise to ask a poet to think on Tuesday By force, I have to call Mayday Put on my thinking cap from Bombay Place my cigarette in an ashtray Alas, I might start smoking someday Let me put on a Coldplay But she prefer Sinatra's, I did it my way In my bed, I lay As I still not know what to say To my God I pray She has fallen asleep before her hair turned gray... Happy Birthday my sweet getaway
My wife ask me to write a poem today I really don't know what to say Maybe it's because it's her birthday Not wise to ask a poet to think on Tuesday By force, I have to call Mayday Put on my thinking cap from Bombay Place my cigarette in an ashtray Alas, I might start smoking someday Let me put on a Coldplay But she prefer Sinatra's, I did it my way In my bed, I lay As I still not know what to say To my God I pray She has fallen asleep before her hair turned gray... Happy Birthday my sweet getaway
by Eddie Soh
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