Poetic Verses

K & I were chatting on the phone two nights ago. I was calling in from Sydney where my week-long conference was held and was asking him how his day had gone. He mentioned that restlessness and boredom occupied most of his time when he wasn’t studying.

The cold weather must have added some quirkiness to my brain I suppose because I requested K to compose some nice poems for me during his break-times. And the ever-obliging darling of mine then proceeded to serenade me with a poem off the fly:

K: Okok, here goes!

“Roses are red
Violets are blue
Gule melaka is sweet
I love you!”

Me: Hmm…
K: You like it?
Me: I love it but hmm…not very original aye?
K: It’s original~!! I just thought of it only~!!
Me: Hmmm…..
K: okok, I’ll try again. How about this one??

“Apples are red
Grapes are blue
My baby is sweet
I love you”

Me: HAHAHAHAHA
K: How? You like it?
Me: Baby, I love it but it’s still not original~!!
K: But it is~!! I just made that up in my mind~!!
Me: ……
Me: But I still love you baby…