Spin off - Poem

You're the top

At songs harmonic, I'm so pathetic

That I have found it best

Instead of stacking ‘em on my chest

To let them rest unexpressed

As I'll probably miss a bar

But if this doohickey is not so pretty

At least it'll tell you how great you are.

You're the top, you're Araneta.

You're the top, you're Marcos Museum.

You're a melody from a symphony Andrea Bocelli

You're a Sagada bonnet shielding me from cold.

You're Donald Duck (and I'm daisy.)

You're Yellow River, you're the Bell Tower.

You're Greenwhich pizza.

I'm an expired soda, a spoiled pancit needed to be dump.

But if baby, I'm the bottom you're the top.

You're the top, you're Prince Charles II.

You're the top, you're Jonhy Walker

You're the purple light in the summer night in El Nido Palawan.

You're the Burgos Light House.

You're Mt. Mayon, you're Mt. Pinatubo.

You're a sublime, you're Charice Pempengco.

I'm a toy balloon that is fated soon to pop.

But