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Jason Yew Poem
Long time ago in Bethlehem,
Just next to south Jerusalem,
A baby was born, worth far more than any treasure,
Jesus Christ, the Messiah, humanity's Savior.
Mary was the name of his mother,
And Joseph the name of his father.
He is one like no other,
As he's also the son of our Heavenly Father.
At the age of 30, Jesus started preaching,
Many was changed by his teachings.
Among the people he had great popularity,
Which soon incurred the wrath of the jealous Pharisees.
Jesus had 12 disciples,
As was told in the Bible.
They all loved him dearly,
Even Judas, who betrayed him eventually.
One night, as Jesus was praying at Gethsemane,
The Jewish leaders arrived with an army.
Betrayed by a kiss, the Son of Man,
Was captured and to the High Priest sent.
Before the High Priest, the false witnesses,
Threw at Jesus all sorts of accuses.
They sentenced him to death, accusing him of blasphemy,
By proclaiming he's the Son of God he became the people's enemy.
They brought him before Pontius Pilate, demanding a death sentence,
To which at first he showed reluctance.
But after a while he washed his hands,
And sentenced to death an innocent man.
At Golgotha Jesus died on the cross,
Not for his sins but mine and yours.
But that's not the end of story,
Three days later he revived, full of glory!
Our Lord Jesus is risen,
He promised to come one more time.
When he does we will also be risen,
So let us all prepare for that time.
Copyright © Jason Yew | Year Posted 2013
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Jason Yew Poem
Boys and girls, listen well,
For I have a tale to tell.
Wait, why are you leaving?
I promise you this won't be boring!
It's about unicorns and dragons fighting!
Oh good, I finally got your attention,
Come, sit down and listen.
Come on, I'm starting the story,
If you miss it you're gonna be sorry.
The title of my tale's 'The man in the pond',
Wait, don't go just yet, I promise there'll be unicorns.
Once upon a time there was a traveller,
Everybody calls him Sam the Adventurer.
Once, when Sam was adventuring on a bright morn,
He tripped and fell into a pond.
The pond was not very steep,
But Sam was scared, as he was hydrophobic,
He started to scream and shout,
But nobody was about.
Just when he's about to die,
Suddenly appeared a random guy.
Sam shouted, 'Help me, please! I don't want to die!'
The guy protested, 'But I'm just a random guy passing by!'
With that, and a 'Good bye',
The guy left, leaving Sam to die.
Sam thought for sure he's dead,
When out of nowhere appeared a maid.
Sam shouted to her, 'Please save my life!'
The maid replied, 'Sorry! I need to buy some cake for my master's wife!
And then she hurried away,
Leaving Sam in the pond to stay.
For the third time Sam said his prayers,
When suddenly walked by the mayor.
The mayor saw Sam in the pond,
But before Sam could utter a word he was gone.
And then Sam lost faith in humanity,
He started crying bitterly.
For the first time he realized that the water isn't deep,
In fact, it's not even steep.
So he stood up and got out of the water,
And he had hydrophobia no longer.
From then on Sam's been a hermit,
Visits from no one did he permit.
He had learn his lesson through his adventure,
That man has a very selfish nature.
Well, my dear friends,
My tale's about to end.
What are you saying, unicorns?
Nonsense! Why are you looking so forlorn?
That was a great tale, was it not?
And from that day on,
The storyteller begin to sell corn.
He no longer tell stories, as no one will listen,
They claimed he lied, about the dragons.
So here's the pitiful tale of a once renown storyteller,
Who's now nothing but a sad corn seller.
Copyright © Jason Yew | Year Posted 2013
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The reason this poem is written,
Is to try to get your attention.
If you're still not smitten,
then I'll consider getting you a kitten.
Ahem, well, let's get straight to the point,
Oh look, is that a coin?
Sorry, I'm easily distracted,
Mind if you pass me that biscuit?
You know, I think you're really pretty,
To miss a girl like you would be quite a pity.
But I'm not sure if you like me,
The only thing I'm good at is being witty.
But hey, isn't that good enough?
Being smart in this world can be quite tough.
I mean, you can find any Tom, Dick or Harry,
But none of them would be as good as me (hopefully)
My poem's about to come to an end,
I really wanna write more but I can't find a new pen,
So, let me be frank,
I really want you to be my girlfriend.
Copyright © Jason Yew | Year Posted 2013
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