Ah Chuen

I met Ah Chuen in 7th grade
It’s called Form 1 the Brits would say

Ah Chuen, Kenny and I were stars in a school play
The Princess and The Woodcutter was the name

Ah Chuen was the woodcutter
Pretty Kenny the princess-daughter
And me the mighty father-emperor

Ah Chuen got raving reviews
Kenny seduced them to the hilt
I was told to go home and practice anew

I met Ah Chuen in 7th gradeAh Chuan
It’s called Form 1 the Brits would say

Last November at the 40th anniversary fair
A hundred old chaps were there
Just to see who still got hair

Ah Chuen and his real life princess
Stella were at the school recess
He was the same clean lad I knew
As if old age on him was never due
A dear husband
A loving parent
A fearsome expert on taxes
He had figured out all the right brackets

Ah Chuen, Kenny and I were stars in a school play
The Princess and The Woodcutter was the name

The woodcutter died on stage this week
Cancer grapped the spotlight indeed
The show ended mid-way
All the curtains drawn in the thick of the play
All the curtains drawn in the thick of the play

In memory of Ah Chuen, aka Philip Hok Chuen Kwok.

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