“Drea-chan”
Turns 14, finally!

March thirty-one–the school’s closing day.
Not only that, it’s also someone’s birthday.
Let me introduce to you a friend who gave me a test.
To write a long poem. Here’s the gift to her request.

Her name is Andrea Tan.
I’ve been one of her poetry fans.
You can call her Drea-chan or Tan-tan.
She’s a toughie who can crush you like sand.

She loves to use her iPod and chat in Facebook.
When I added her, she told me about Hatsune Miku.
One day in school, I saw a leek on her lap.
To prove it was real, she gave me a leek slap.

One hit on the neck, and it instantly snapped.
I never saw a real one before–WAPACK!
Many more Vocaloids she showed me
Like Neru, Luka, and the Kagimines Len and Rin.

She told me about songs by the Vocaloid stars
Such as “Triple Baka” and “Love is War.”
Her favorite part in triple-B is the flying bread.
She also wishes to dye her hair red.

Andrea has a lot of hobbies.
Cosplaying is one of those activities.
In Facebook, she also does role-playing.
Check the K&M group to know what she’s saying.

She’s an expert when it comes to baking,
But on the other hand, she hates crocheting.
I tasted the choc’late bread that she baked
And craved for the rice ball she plans to make.

Her favorite country is Japan.
Where the sun rises earliest in the land.
She is capable of speaking in Japanese.
Kanji and hiragana are the styles she can teach.

Andrea has quite a lot of mottos.
I told them to my sis, and she began saying it also.
Her top is, “That’s life,” and there’s, “Sorry, tao lang.”
One day, I added to the motto list, “Am I done?”

Drea-chan is one of the most awesome people I know.
This long poem I write to her and bestow.
We always have chats and laughs together,
And if time never moved, perhaps forever.

Written for Thursday, March 31, 2011
Theme: Special | Stanzas: 10 | Lines: 40
Rhyming sequence: AABB | Syllabic range: Unordered

This is a poem dedicated to the one who inspired me to write poems in the first place. Thanks to her, I’ve found my hobby and learned how to release deep emotions by turning them into compositions. Sad that we aren’t classmates this junior year…