Paris Hilton

A. K. A. Filipino American Dream Series I: Unscripted © 2013

Written by Glen Yumang Manese 

A. k. a. (F. A. D.) Filipino American Dream

 

 

Paris Hilton © 2013

 

Once upon a time is a galaxy called the Milky Way?           

Say this is not so, stop, rewind and AutoPlay.                 

This is a story of infamous Paris Hilton.                                  

There is no other question.                                          

Irradiation she’s a 5 star hotel not no cheap motel.        

I’m really destined to have my Paris.                              

Can you see my dilated iris?                                           

Here she comes to greet me.                                      

Ready yours truly so she can see me.                     

I'm Filipino American Dream.                                                

People will see me with Paris and scream.                                 

No, this is Woo-Woo a. k. a. Pepé Le Pew.     

Awestruck on you, I’m here to pursue.                                        

I’m a true romancer.                                                                            

I’m a miracle dancer.                                                                       

I’m a living 0-0-7 lover of danger.

No, really.                                                                                                    

Yes, quite frankly.                                                                    

Excuse me.                                                                                                 

Pardon me.                                                                                                  

Can’t you see?                                                                                        

She’s looking at me.                                                                         

No, really.                                                                                                    

Yes, quite frankly.

You are hot.                                                                             

Hotly means hot.                                                                     

You are such a pretty lady.                                                                   

Enough already!                                                                

I am listening.                                                                                           

I am glistening.                                                                   

I am whistling.                                                                                  

Whistling to Paris Hilton is with an explanation point.           

I am all weak in my knees and joints.                               

You are my unrequited capitol.                                                          

I will catch a speeding bullet like Superman for you out of a pistol.

Go down like Tarzan in a raging river of Seine for your heart. 

We can never depart.                                                       

Let me count the ways.                                                           

Days and nights do not end to express, Paris.                        

Can you see my dilated iris?

No, really.                                                                             

Yes, quite frankly.                                                                                   

Excuse me.                                                                                              

Pardon me.                                                                                              

Can’t you see?                                                                        

She’s looking at me.                                                        

No, really.                                                                                                

Yes, quite frankly.

Paris let me take you to Paris, France.                      

You have me in a trance.                                                     

I’m going to prance.                                                                      

Jump off my feet round and round.                                       

Dance, hop and skip like a freaky clown.                            

You are a crazy monkey, let’s get funky!                         

You can call me crazy, but you’re such a daisy.                      

Palese, my lover’s paradise is Paris.                               

Can you see my dilated iris?                                                   

Give me a Winston.                                                                    

Loving Paris Hilton.                                                                              

Are you hearing me?                                                             

Be or not to be that’s the real question.                  

You are my Paris Hilton.                                                     

I put you on a golden calf pedestal.                                   

Shine your face like Swarovski crystal.                            

You’re the Eiffel, Eiffel Tower.                                        

Lose all my strength, but you empower.              

I stand idle at La Défense without Paris.                                   

Chaperon my Paris down by the boardwalk.                                  

Walk like “Charlie” Chaplin down the Avenue des Champs-Élysées. 

Kiss you at the Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile.                                  

I’m going to send you a bouquet of pink flowers.                        

Paris, you’re my April showers.                                                          

You’re a Looney Tunes!                                                                    

You’ll learn to accept soon.                                                                

I’m drawing you like Leonardo, my Paris.                                      

Send my picture of you to the Louvre.                                             

I’m leaning on you like the Pisa.                                                        

You’re my Mona Lisa.                                                                   

I’m really destined to have my Paris.                                        

Can you see my dilated iris?

No, really.                                                                                                 

Yes, quite frankly.                                                               

Excuse me.                                                                                                  

Pardon me.                                                                                      

Can’t you see?                                                                                 

She’s looking at me.                                                    

No, really.                                                                  

Yes, quite frankly.

Reviews

[duck]

obsessed fan reminds me of stan. what a great chuckle this poetry was. loved the references ie superman - chaplin also bringing in april showers. most enjoyable to read and so gripping. fantastic share of poetry. I am sure paris has had a smile at this.

[Frieda P]

Who knew you had such a wicked sense of humor you funky monkey? ha....brilliantly clever Glen...!

Shine your face like Swarovski crystal. Classic....

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I got thinking about the line...when I was in Atlanta, Ga international airport ans saw the shop vendor...and said I have to put that in my verse...and wholla...presto...bam...that's it...thanks again...FP

[Ashira Macy]

I honestly never thought I would see a poem about Paris Hilton, but I loved it.

You are a crazy monkey, let’s get funky!

That part definitely made me laugh. It read like a charm too.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I did a hidden cryptic coding in this one...if you look carefully --- as you read the lines...most would go for the part about Paris Hilton...since she's famous...but the part you might miss in the part about the lines of Paris, France...it was an experiment in how the reader would see the aspect of the write...and also making it lyrical took some timing and give it a beat and humor...

[Ashira Macy]

I did catch some of the references to France in their, though probably not all of them.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

its all good...

[Shirlena]

You can certainly see you got some for real Paris-Hilton love...I was completely entertained and Paris should be mildly afraid. This was excellent and cutting edge.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

this has a transition --- you should see the first draft...hehehe...but as I did this to reflect both Paris Hilton and Paris, France...I married a blonde once...I'll get back at you in the morning...getting late here in the Philippines...thanks for the feedback...

[Shirlena]

Your welcomed...I'm patient.

[A. Amos]

Holy cow, this was smartly funny. I hope Paris Hilton had read this gem:) you're an entertaining artist.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

A.A --- did you read the part I was talking about Paris...Paris, France...I believe she has read it...when Myspace was Facebook...of course --- this is the revise and polished one...thx again...

[A. Amos]

I know buddy, but after reading this piece she will fall for you for sure and I know Filipino guys are serious players:)