During Evidence tutorial today, A decided to make an attempt at poetry after he realized that I have a promising career alternative as an Economist (see entry below on 'The Wealth Effect' for explanation). Apparently, he has a flair for poetry... according to him. Let's have a look at a couple of his works...
My lecturer, Tyemon Say.
Is actually, not gay.
So don't play play.
Other(wise) as an MP, he make you pay and pay.
So everyone, don't anyhow say.
Tyemon Say is not gay.
The above was inspired by my gushing of a certain professor in law (who doesn't teach me, by the way) but whom I have heard much about... and I think he's a cool prof ever since I read some of his opinions in the parliamentary reports for Consti Law last academic year. So anyway, I would like to disclaim all liability of any inferences which anyone thinks can be made because the above was composed in jest, good faith and not by me.
And then of course, he decided to look to himself for inspiration:
A is single,
he is not ready to mingle.
He is ready to wait,
though at this rate,
he won't marry,
till he's old and hairy.
And because A is so proud of his above accomplishments, he begged of me to publish these poems on my blog and put his big name up:
A | gay as a bird says:
so wat do you think? if i dont make it as a lawyer one day, can i make it as a poet?
okay, pls pls pls dont put my name.
thanks very much.
Vic says:
LOL
Vic says:
i will just put A can
A | gay as a bird says:
if you do, i will take the next flight back to singapore.
A | gay as a bird says:
and personally slay you.
Because I'm such a nice friend and am not willing to see A expend money in order to commit murder, I will not put up his name. But most of you should know who he is lah, hor. Hurhurhur.
