My Very First Witchy Poem

Okay this goes to the tune of "Greensleeves". For those younger generation music lovers who don't know this piece, do not go "Ohhh, yuck!" It's a beautiful piece and I suggest you look it up. If you still, don't like the piece or the poem, then go to youtube and listen to Bieber. I have nothing more to say.

Pray tell, the story of true brave knight,

Who slain thy dragon for village plight.

Thy must hath known the dangers lurk,

Of waters and rivers, where they murk.

He slashed, he started, he slayed, he sighed,

While he cometh to fair lady bride.

But clad in black, she smiled a smile,

One worthy of damned crocodile.

Stashedth the dagger within thee cloak,

To bridge she ran, past village folk.

Weary, Sir Knight made way to bridge,

Seeing beloved, her body lithe.

Thou must feel taste of your blood,

And notice the trickling to the mud.

He smiled a smile that hath not been shone,

And staggered toward her, running alone.

Watch out, brave knight, thy witch hath dagger,

Too late, dear sir, as she stabbed and he staggered.

And when he dropped she noticed not,

And glanced at the blood left on hand, just a dot.

The voices were calm, the voices were soothed,

For to a witch, his blood was her food.

I'm Back, Baby!

Yes, my darlings I am Back! Please don't lecture me, about how I've only updated this blog eons ago. But how can you when I only have 6 followers. Sad, really, but what can you do. Much has changed dearies, much has changed. The exam season is finally over and while the tenants of Sri Aman awake from the exam-ridden slumber it is time to move,move,move!

Exam season's over and the holiday's are just beginning! GBP on Wednesday!! GreenBallParty! That's another thing I have to report. 10 of us tenants have now become super-jocks and play GreenBall every recess at school. It sounds dumb and believe me it is if you first see it. But it is some of the best fun I've ever had since I was a little elf of 10. I've to report that I've done some growing. Have you ever seen how a plant grows? Shoots begin to grow but one at a time and they are really long before another part of the plant grows.

That's me. Long,long arms and legs yet still shorter than some of my friends and still a weedy little thing. Quite sad, honestly. Oh but look at me go on! Shanks, me and a few other people have been chosen to write for a competition for something about the World Book Fair!!!. C'mon, people applaud!!

And the latest news, that I have just decided today. I'm going to be a witch. Ooooh! Well, writing as one anyway. I hate my class very much but not some of the people in it, but in general I loathe it. So I have decided to cast some spells on them. I shall not reveal any names but spells with lizard's tongue (to add a little extra poison for annoying me), eye of newt ( to see the atrocities they do of which annoy me) little stewed finger there (for fun of course) and many more. Witchy poems shall also be exhibited in the blog.

Look out world! This Malaysian Teenager is going Witch!