to send a friend away
to a faraway land
for a year to spend.
where might this country be?
its name is "Italy".
i hope this friend of mine
will find her peace of mind,
and excel in the path
chosen in the love
for fashion. and this
may well spell her bliss
for one whose life has been
a constant pummelling.
i bet she will astound
the people all around
the city with her wit
with interesting little bits.
and she may well find
herself adapt in time
to take the final test
and graduate the best.
i walked about the hall
and saw the people all
mill about in groups
seeking a place to suit
their weariness. but they
in "departures" seemed quite gay
gay -- as in "happy" --
not a guy who's "sappy" --
in pomp and gaiety
and the old ceremony
of advice before they left:
to not be simply heft
to some frail oblivion;
but shine as fair as zion!
their friends and family
would chide them merrily
and speak in tones earnest;
invariably, success was the urge.
i see departures, and i see hope.
then down three floors i loped
a monkey to behold;
and so the tale unfolds,
i came to the arrivals.
people walking in the aisles
and they looked kind of tired
as though they had just sired
our future national
malaysian team (it's football!)
their families were standing
in droves outside, wawiting
for the ordinary heroes
made of normal janes and joes
who travelled to foreign shores
and came back, all the more
richer, for the time
spent in foreign climes.
i saw hope in their returning
and i hope my friend is thinking
of returning to these shores:
this land of mouldy bores
and confusing politics
(can you say what it is?)
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