The Renaissance Man

First of all, LemanPulut would like to apologize for the lackadaisical manner in which this blog is updated. Between business trips and built-in procrastinates inherent in me, the following was concocted about 30,000 ft up in the air. Perhaps it was lack of oxygen ...

The Renaissance man, well he intends

To grab some chair in Putrajaya

But as of late, failed to calculate

The fatal repercussions of Tivoli Villa

The Renaissance man, without a plan

Is worse than a snake without a bite

For one can tell, an asp’s head or tail

But the latter has truly no end in sight!

The Renaissance man, see if he can

Hold on a bit longer onto freedom

One liwat case, queer sexual taste

And all performed without a condom

The Renaissance man, like the Ku Klux Klan

The masks clearly conceal the bluff

But what can one say, the tastes of a gay

Triggered by a mere mention of curry-puffs

The Renaissance man, he’s lost all sense

And thanks in part to Khalid Jefri

Even Mat Sabu, that YB gebu

Endears him with the title “al-Juburi”

The Renaissance man, all of his friends

Had all done and left him bit by bit

This is straining to those still remaining

Unsure if they’re on, off, or still in on it!

The Renaissance man, builds castles out of sand

And christen them the Pakatan Riot

Many applications, to join Reformations

And the biggest fish: chubby-faced Zaid

The Renaissance man, he now pretends

That everything is still under control

But then Wikileaks, provided a peek

Of an amorous rendezvous with coffee-boy Saiful

The Renaissance man, he prefers a man

A behaviour most obnoxious and uncouth

Very unbecoming, for one presiding

 Over the World Assembly of Muslim Youth

The Renaissance man, who was once so grand

Now preparing to dive into disgrace

Even Karpal Singh, wheelchaired lion king

“Dia mesti bertaubat” said he with an about-face

 The Renaissance man, with Karpal on defense

 And Azmin and Azizah and all PKR troops

But Ummi Hafilda, our Waltzing Matilda

Checkmates them all with one fell swoop

The Renaissance man, pseudo holy-man

God’s gift to us all, to be more precise

But can you explain, in language most plain

 How his DNA landed in Saiful’s orifice?

The Renaissance man, his political span

All in shambles due to a night of bliss

Even Lee Kuan Yee, Singapore’s Mentor-ree,

Delights in Saiful’s juicy trysts

The Renaissance man, as any renaissance can

The lesson learnt is plain and clear

Don’t let Lee Kuan Yew, go and Lee Wat you

And let things happen that once happened to the brader

The Renaissance man, he nears his end

Clinging only onto a thread of time

Sg Buloh’s a-calling, old age a-beckoning

And I just wrote that last one up because it rhymes!