Ferns of Tioman

FERNS OF TIOMAN
by Mat Atahari

A thousand autumns ago on the banks of lake Tioman
My stalk arisen to the calling of the Sun
Brought into this life
With winds above our seeds
Speculation ran rife
Of my forefather’s deeds

A thousand autumns ago on the banks of lake Tioman
I, descendant of Phyllitis, the first of the seven sons
Mere ferns we are not
But enemies of parasites
Loyal to foliage
Protector of rights

A thousand autumns ago on the banks of lake Tioman
We defended these rocks with our roots, our freedom front
Defender of truth
For this soil is free
For all its inhabitants
From giants to the bees

A thousand autumns ago on the banks of lake Tioman
Man is ruinous to the riches of this land
Ravaging the woods
Piercing the sea
Robbing nutrients and livelihood
As far as eyes can see

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A thousand autumns ago on the banks of lake Tioman
For as long as we shall remain as part of this grant
Our labor of love
Slave to the land
To the heavens above
Ferns till the end

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The End

TWO CATS AND THE OVEN

Two Cats And The Oven
By Mat Atahari

I once met a fella who lost his two front teeth.
He has two obese cats, a big oven, a wife itching to leave.
He really loved to bake and calls butter, margarine.
Feed the cats meatloaf but his wife, only muffins.
 
I never ask his name again ‘cos he told me once before.
It’s really hard to spell it out but it sounds bizarre, I swore.
The towns’ people always mock him and called his wife a tart.
For some reason he accidentally pees every time he farts.
 
He loved his wife dearly next to the cats and the oven.
But the wicked spouse cannot be bothered, as she gloats frequently in the tavern.
He tries hard to change his strange and difficult habits.
But it’s really not that easy when the cats loved his biscuits.
 
So one fine day he thought of a way to win back his wife.
Perhaps a much bigger muffin for the love of his life.
He knew she despised his felines whom he took from the street.
So he plan to bake the dough with the fatty tabbys in it.
 
Unfortunately for him the oven’s door is rather small.
Heavy syrup and furry stuffings were culprits for his downfall.
The sleeping kitties woke up and one of them said, “Meow..?
Then the other one gave him shivers and asked, “Well.., how about we feast on you now..?”

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The End