38: fragile

hearts are such fragile things.

once broken, they're not easy to fix.
once shattered, they're not easy to pick.

sure, you can try to
glue the pieces back together,
tape the cracks to mend them better,
stitch the chunks to make them gather;
and if you succeed,
you should end up with a
(swollen, glued, taped and stitched up) heart
which
if you look closely,
real closely,
will still beat
albeit ever so slowly.

of course, that's if you can look past
the brown-stained glue, tape and stitches and
the crimson droplets slowly oozing out
of the gaps between them.

hearts are such fragile things, after all.
so won't you handle them with care?

17 : From Fowl to Foul

The whole place was packed and the atmosphere was tense;
the patrons frowned, at the limits of their patience.

Then someone heard something not exactly soothing to the ear
(the kitchen helper probably thought that others couldn't hear).

"There's not enough fowl!" they reported, and oh how they scowled.
There were some who even snapped -- words and actions turned foul!

The fact of the matter is, there was no need for such heat,
the only thing needing fire should have just been the meat.

Thus, among the lessons we can learn is patience is a virtue,
and if you don't act rationally... you'll be easy to sue ;)

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This poem is pretty much about a certain issue that just happened in Malaysia last week. It's quite a hard topic I hafta admit, but I hope it turned out ok. :P

Credits to Irin Y. for suggesting the topic! ^_^