What a holiday it jolly is,
Going to KL how it sound so plain
*dreaming*(I miss the person giving a kiss)
Wearing a t-shirt with a stain.
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The night was truly awesome,
I had a stroll by the kilometer around
Obviously no doubt it was tiresome
But it was an experience sounding astound.
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The bed in the hotel…? Revolting.
I don’t dare return the following day
Harlots are seen parading, how seducing
Horrifically, I just wanna sleep; nothing to say.
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Timing is difficult to approximate
Since I’m unfamiliar with the schedule
But by a rough margin it was “checkmate”
Nothing, thankfully, went overdue.
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There’s walking, treading, trampling
Tiring, almost definitely
And there’s less sleeping…
I can’t miss out on all the credulity.
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My heart goes out to my friend
For taking time driving us, monkey
Eh, don’t overlook me as a fiend,
You’re a good friend, not a donkey.
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Really, I’m sorry for what occurred
I dislike feeling so helpless at times,
Wish I could make u feel secured
But I can’t no matter how it rhymes.
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