Poems
I had some kind of inspiration to write a poem about my Italy trip the other day, and never did I know that this would spring out some kind of 'trend' among my peers. Blog-hopping seems to be more of poem reading already.
I illegally copied them here. Starting with mine (ahem! =P),
While In Italy by Erina
While in Italy,
I stayed at the Gatti's.
Mauro Gatti was happy-go-lucky,
Papa Gatti was always jolly.
Mama Gatti was very very nice,
I stayed in Wonderland just like Alice.
While in Italy,
We were La NUS* Wind Symphony. (This was how the emcees introduced us)
The audience were indeed merry,
Like the widow we were acting.
Had a stint with Saldarini,
An honour that came knocking.
While in Italy,
I had a fun time marching.
The weather was scorching,
And my darling, oh, so heavy.
But I was still enjoying,
To see the Columbian band dancing.
While in Italy,
It was cool but sunny.
We paid money to go sight-seeing,
More was gone to pigeon-feeding.
Churches-a-plenty,
But we didn't feel stodgy.
While in Italy,
Gelato, ate too many.
Pasta, never-ending,
Wine was free-flowing.
Clothes, too expensive,
Cafétiera is for coffee.
While in Italy,
Dogs were big and small.
I fell for Wolf,
Who just couldn't woof!
An amazing experience in Besana,
For the little mind of Erina.
*'Nus' rhymes with 'moose'
By Daniel:
Bird men AKA Niao Ren AKA Jiao Lang
Birds in the square,
Oh! how rare, how rare
the few of us with nary a care
Took off to see the pigeons,
So plump and fair.
Little did we know
We had walked into the bird men's lair
They were coming,
you think I want meh?
The Bird men came
In retrospect
It actually was quite lame
To see us happily taking the corn
To play into their game.
The birds came,in their beaks a song
along with a group of Bird men
-One big throng!
They said " twenty Euros, you owe!"
while we looked at each other
I told you so!
Summer '07
By Hui Shan:
Another Poem (by Hui Shan)
In response to Erina’s Poem
I'm not Erina
But I'll try to write about Besana
To continue her stanzas
So that you will read till gaga.
The Gatti's house is small & quaint
But doors do bang & bang.
And we couldn't help but wonder
Whether we should get a door stopper.
The village was small & quiet
Until the band festival
When everybody turns enthu
Every music did they dance to.
Standing ovations made us high
Merry widow can just make us die
The rest of the bands were great too!
That makes the festival successful.
Last dinner was an event to remember
When we exchanged gifts & presents.
Now, we miss the Gattis
But Mauro is not replying!
OOPS (I think he went on a holiday :P )
By Nick:
A wet day it was,
for a day we saw,
at pasir ris park we were,
cycling and blading undeterred.
Barbeque was later,
and some came even later.
The food was nice and delicious,
although it was slightly too little.
Happy, satisfied, dirty and tired,
we left pasir ris park to retire.
HEHE
By Xin Hui (This one is chim):
Band of Brothers
The wind! The rain!
The elements whacked with glee.
Weather it is,
The niche of Munich.
Walk on! Move on!
We shuffled our feets
Whether or not
It rains a creek.
Band of Brothers
Marches on!
"Hai Sing Group!"
That’s what we’re known.
Formation formed
When the zephyrs roar
Huddled in cold
That’s not what we thought.
Fear not!
For brollies in our hands,
Weak we’re not.
"My brother is cold!"
Or so we heard.
Brollies and Brothers,
They’re far apart.
As fiercely as it is,
As Bonaparte
"SHUDDUP LA!" He cried,
His 'brother' got hard up.
Of course we laughed,
till he gave up.
'Brothers' are forever!
Or so we thought.
A 'brother' was abandoned,
A thousand miles.
Not a tinge of sadness,
For a broken 'brother'
He soon cuddled up,
With another brother
And of course,
A 'brother' they now share,
O! What a bother!
The 'gheyness' we face
That’s how we phrase.
How happy and merry,
Without a Mary
Nary a day,
Not so ghey.
Nary a guide,
Not so gay.
Sausages'aplenty,
That’s Germany for you.
A 'bent' brother
And that’s brouhahahaha for you!
Regarding Xin Hui's poem, it was actually what happened during our trip in Munich. We heard Cedric say 'My brother is cold!' because the weather was indeed really cold there. And he said 'It felt cold when I touched it!' and all of us scringed with disgust! I mean, why would a guy tell us openly that his 'brother' felt cold?? So gross la. And it turned out that Cedric was actually telling us his umbrella is cold, not his brother. -_-
So this sparked off another string of teasing and whatsoever, that explains the source of Xin Hui's funny poem.
Since all these are from NUSWS people, there should be an extension wing in NUSWS, where all the wannabe-poets in the band come together and write poems. Haha. This is like an addition to Cloud's suggestion about the sports challenge. Great, life is so interesting.
Poems are 'in', ok.
I illegally copied them here. Starting with mine (ahem! =P),
~~~~~
While In Italy by Erina
While in Italy,
I stayed at the Gatti's.
Mauro Gatti was happy-go-lucky,
Papa Gatti was always jolly.
Mama Gatti was very very nice,
I stayed in Wonderland just like Alice.
While in Italy,
We were La NUS* Wind Symphony. (This was how the emcees introduced us)
The audience were indeed merry,
Like the widow we were acting.
Had a stint with Saldarini,
An honour that came knocking.
While in Italy,
I had a fun time marching.
The weather was scorching,
And my darling, oh, so heavy.
But I was still enjoying,
To see the Columbian band dancing.
While in Italy,
It was cool but sunny.
We paid money to go sight-seeing,
More was gone to pigeon-feeding.
Churches-a-plenty,
But we didn't feel stodgy.
While in Italy,
Gelato, ate too many.
Pasta, never-ending,
Wine was free-flowing.
Clothes, too expensive,
Cafétiera is for coffee.
While in Italy,
Dogs were big and small.
I fell for Wolf,
Who just couldn't woof!
An amazing experience in Besana,
For the little mind of Erina.
*'Nus' rhymes with 'moose'
~~~~~
By Daniel:
Bird men AKA Niao Ren AKA Jiao Lang
Birds in the square,
Oh! how rare, how rare
the few of us with nary a care
Took off to see the pigeons,
So plump and fair.
Little did we know
We had walked into the bird men's lair
They were coming,
you think I want meh?
The Bird men came
In retrospect
It actually was quite lame
To see us happily taking the corn
To play into their game.
The birds came,in their beaks a song
along with a group of Bird men
-One big throng!
They said " twenty Euros, you owe!"
while we looked at each other
I told you so!
Summer '07
~~~~~
By Hui Shan:
Another Poem (by Hui Shan)
In response to Erina’s Poem
I'm not Erina
But I'll try to write about Besana
To continue her stanzas
So that you will read till gaga.
The Gatti's house is small & quaint
But doors do bang & bang.
And we couldn't help but wonder
Whether we should get a door stopper.
The village was small & quiet
Until the band festival
When everybody turns enthu
Every music did they dance to.
Standing ovations made us high
Merry widow can just make us die
The rest of the bands were great too!
That makes the festival successful.
Last dinner was an event to remember
When we exchanged gifts & presents.
Now, we miss the Gattis
But Mauro is not replying!
OOPS (I think he went on a holiday :P )
~~~~~
By Nick:
A wet day it was,
for a day we saw,
at pasir ris park we were,
cycling and blading undeterred.
Barbeque was later,
and some came even later.
The food was nice and delicious,
although it was slightly too little.
Happy, satisfied, dirty and tired,
we left pasir ris park to retire.
HEHE
~~~~~
By Xin Hui (This one is chim):
Band of Brothers
The wind! The rain!
The elements whacked with glee.
Weather it is,
The niche of Munich.
Walk on! Move on!
We shuffled our feets
Whether or not
It rains a creek.
Band of Brothers
Marches on!
"Hai Sing Group!"
That’s what we’re known.
Formation formed
When the zephyrs roar
Huddled in cold
That’s not what we thought.
Fear not!
For brollies in our hands,
Weak we’re not.
"My brother is cold!"
Or so we heard.
Brollies and Brothers,
They’re far apart.
As fiercely as it is,
As Bonaparte
"SHUDDUP LA!" He cried,
His 'brother' got hard up.
Of course we laughed,
till he gave up.
'Brothers' are forever!
Or so we thought.
A 'brother' was abandoned,
A thousand miles.
Not a tinge of sadness,
For a broken 'brother'
He soon cuddled up,
With another brother
And of course,
A 'brother' they now share,
O! What a bother!
The 'gheyness' we face
That’s how we phrase.
How happy and merry,
Without a Mary
Nary a day,
Not so ghey.
Nary a guide,
Not so gay.
Sausages'aplenty,
That’s Germany for you.
A 'bent' brother
And that’s brouhahahaha for you!
~~~~~
Regarding Xin Hui's poem, it was actually what happened during our trip in Munich. We heard Cedric say 'My brother is cold!' because the weather was indeed really cold there. And he said 'It felt cold when I touched it!' and all of us scringed with disgust! I mean, why would a guy tell us openly that his 'brother' felt cold?? So gross la. And it turned out that Cedric was actually telling us his umbrella is cold, not his brother. -_-
So this sparked off another string of teasing and whatsoever, that explains the source of Xin Hui's funny poem.
Since all these are from NUSWS people, there should be an extension wing in NUSWS, where all the wannabe-poets in the band come together and write poems. Haha. This is like an addition to Cloud's suggestion about the sports challenge. Great, life is so interesting.
Poems are 'in', ok.
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