關於愛，我是個小學生。

Here is a little rhyme dedicated to our wonderful friends, Paul, alias Silent Paul, and his sultry girl, Linda, also known as Lady DaDa, to commemorate an unexpected uproar of his masculine taste for dominance against her amazing female recalcitrant rebel on Xmas Eve, the silent night. The original verses and melody were composed by an Austrian priest named Joseph Mohr in 1816, who then intended to serve this greatest Christmas carol for Midnight Mass accompanied with guitar. Simple score, but touching and peaceful with brilliant moment of truth. I've never expected this should turn into a ballad describing a part of Odysey of a sacred fight next to Trojan War, and I'm no Homer anyway, just managing to keep some daily chores depictively and frankly. lol

Hope our Paul the Silent and Linda the Lady would so be resting themselves in peace after reading my rearranged minute phrases for them. As a matter of fact, there is nothing greater than love and forgiveness, is there? Think of poor Scrooge, and we will know how lucky we are. And by the way, dear all, the valiant Round Table Knights, Merry Xmas and Happy New Year!


Silent night, horror night.
We are calm, but he is slim to delight.
Round our Linda Sister and Monster Ride.
Terrorist incites no tender and mild.
Smash her with his furious fists!
Slash him to scattering pieces!


Silent night, bravo fight.
Spectators quake at the sight.
Gladiator jumps up from flame aside.
Raging hords hurray Alibaba!
Paul, the Pot, is boiling.
Paul, the Riot, is grilling.


Silent night, LP plight.
Son of Gatling, love's bitter bile. 
Dazzling thunder from his twisty face,
With the gush of relentless wrath.
Linda, the Victoria, hold your breath!
Linda, the Winner, melt Paul with your mighty mace!