
starlight, stars bright
the moon hangs high in the night.
this 8th lunar month of 15
i am happy with sin
gorging mooncakes
makes me feel great
but the fats i've gained
ooh i feel so pain
cos now i've to diet on the quiet
so nobody notices me hurt
wait till i become svelte
then guys will melt
wait till i strut my fig
then all u ppl will go weeeeet!
(cheeeeesy poem, specially for this mooncake festival)
readers, enjoy =)
I'm your rock girl, your girlfriend, 12:00 AM