An Ode Composed in Heaven

I'm going for a three-day BREAKAWAY from tomorrow.
So I've giving out TWO BONUS TRACKS which are NUTGIFTS
stolen from another Young&Articulate who laments and sings
(which enjoys higher priority, Y&A?) Frus and Fuss
@anakmerdeka.blogspot.com. Jest because Desi imposes himself as
D'Artagan (have you checked the spell?) on her triumvirate comprising her GOoDself disguised as a Musketeer with bruddders (Seee 3-D!) HOWSY and MAVERICK SM, she said "YES" to all my requests. Fu Ronglang, be careful when you're in Ipohlang terrortry! Hey, Mave, which land do you hail from?

An ode composed in Heaven, Swell isn't it?
Another jest C&P! -- for Anak Merdeka's take,
please visit her at her warm abode --
she may serve thee Seremban Siew Pau!
If you can tracke Desi down through the Maze,
I offer Haridas tehtarik by the barrelfool2!



SWELLITIS

Someone said he'd done it well,
And presto!
his head began to swell;
Bigger and bigger
the poor thing grew -
A wonder it didn't split in two.

In size
a balloon could scarcely match it;
He need a fishing-pole
to scratch it; -
But six and a half was the size of his hat,
And it rattled around on his head at that!

"Good work," somebody chanced to say,
And his chest
swelled as big as a load of hay.
About himself, like a rooster,
he crowed;
Of his wonderful work
he bragged and blowed.

He marched around
with a peacock strut;
Gigantic to him
was the figure he cut; -
But he wore a very small-sized suit,
And loosely it hung on him,
to boot!

HE was the chap who made things hum!
HE was the drumstick and the drum!
HE was the shirt bosom and the starch!
HE was the keystone in the arch!

HE was the axis of the earth!
Nothing existed before his birth!
But when he was off from work a day,
Nobody knew that he was away!

This is a fact
that is sad to tell:
It's the empty head
that is bound to swell;
It's the light-weight fellow
who soars to the skies,
And bursts like a bubble
before your eyes.

A big man is humbled
by honest praise,
And tries to think of all the ways
To improve his work
and do it well; -
But a little man starts
of himself to yell!

by Joseph Morris

DESIDERATA: I believe poet Joseph Morris
has vision 2020
I'd think he does our future to see
His Poem rings so true and blue
Is it about Someone New/NU'e
Or all along, AM, you knew?