Paris Hilton

Paris Hilton

A Chapter by Glen Yumang Manese



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.





© 2016 Glen Yumang Manese



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

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

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Glen Yumang Manese

3 Years Ago

I got thinking about the line...when I was in Atlanta, Ga international airport ans saw the shop ven.. read more
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.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Glen Yumang Manese

3 Years Ago

I did a hidden cryptic coding in this one...if you look carefully --- as you read the lines...most w.. read more
Ashira Macy

3 Years Ago

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

3 Years Ago

its all good...
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.

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Glen Yumang Manese

3 Years Ago

this has a transition --- you should see the first draft...hehehe...but as I did this to reflect bot.. read more
Shirlena

3 Years Ago

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

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Glen Yumang Manese

3 Years Ago

A.A --- did you read the part I was talking about Paris...Paris, France...I believe she has read it... read more
A. Amos

3 Years Ago

I know buddy, but after reading this piece she will fall for you for sure and I know Filipino guys a.. read more

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