Adele’s

To all the wrong guys knocking on their door………

Next!

How do I un-painfully tell you this?
How do I un-hurting-ly refuse your wondrous gifts?
How do I un-patronizingly make you understand…
That you are just not my man??

Maybe you thought that we had a connection,
Maybe it was just the physical attraction,
Maybe all you are feeling is infatuation,
For me, I sure am enjoying all the attention.

The matters of the heart are simple yet complicated,
The matters of reality needs to be calculated,
In this world of havoc, we have to strike a balance,
Visible and invisible requirements are weighed by individual preference.

Maybe here I can blatantly say,
Maybe here I can be as clear as day,
Maybe here I can selfishly have my way,
Give it up and save yourself from future dismays.

Just because we get along so well,
Doesn’t mean we will be hearing wedding bells,
When you burst into song,
I sincerely wish I would be kidnapped immediately by King Kong.

Maybe it is your crooked yellow teeth, and even your cheesy-sleazy smile,
Maybe I can’t stand your out-of-this-world hairstyle,
Maybe your muscles are too prosperously piled,
Accept the fact, your pheromones drives me away running wild.

I never claimed to be perfect, I never expect you to be,
But you and I are so much more different, than what plain eyes can see,
It is not only your slits for eyes and nose,
Neither is it just about your stubby fingers and toes.

Maybe you are overly self-sacrificing,
Maybe you are just being suffocating,
Maybe you need to do some personality re-adjusting,
Whatever it is, that time you take, on my life I am not wasting.

Good for me if you stop banging on my door,
Good for me if you don’t call me anymore,
Oh, do if you must and can’t help it,
But please always remember our friendship is strictly platonic.

Maybe it is the feverish-tingle I don’t feel,
Maybe I don’t fancy your awesome hot wheels,
Maybe with you I can’t get a satisfying meal,
Face it kiddo, you laugh like a seal.

Help me out here, cut me some slack,
Please look into the mirror and check out what you lack,
If it is not a face full of pimples and pot-holes,
Most likely it is the pockets empty and hollow.

Maybe this is not about you at all, but ME actually,
Maybe I’m just too demanding and whinny,
Maybe I’m dreaming of the most perfect fantasy,
Honestly, I’m just being one tough cookie.

-Adèle- (24.02.2007; 6.47pm)

This poem is purely fictional,
So please don’t get too emotional,
The writer just loves to riddle,
When her fingers have nothing to fiddle.

Am I cool or am I awesome?!!
Am I hot or am I extravagant?!!
Deep down inside I know I’m neither,
Just the simple, boring, old me no one bothers.

=) Cheers!

p/s:     This is what happens when you are in Sitiawan with nothing to do,
           Besides getting stuffed the whole day with tons of food,
           And lying sick in bed with a ridiculously irritating flu,
           But a mind so active to make a rhyme or two.

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