ming of ka ching
The following is a rap written by
Listen, kids, the feats I sing
Of mighty Ming, King of Ka Ching,
The noble house, C I E E.
Blazed a trail of US dollars.
Shang’hai to the
Answered thousand merchant prayers.
Gave up teachers’ bookish jargon;
Spoke the global tongue of Bargain.
Swept up jade, tea, and treasure,
Weighed down luggage beyond measure.
Pray that Lucky Air can still take off.
Minglings wolfed down rice and spice,
But, burned once, still ate twice.
Is it duck? Is it fish?
What goes round will come back.
Is it beef? Is it yak?
Is it hot? Is it noble?
Or unpeeled and microbial?
At the worst, you’ve got Imodium
Locals gasp; tourists scoff;
Pray that Lucky Air can still take off.
Ming did wonders more than seven;
Let no rain fall from heaven;
Kept wild drivers on the road;
Kept the plan from overload.
Made non-stop shoppers hop
With a clap. “Chop, chop.”
Kept the pace through
Served up countless Kodak moments.
Showed eco- ethno- bio- diversity
With no hint of perversity
‘Cept for smirks and smiles
At the proud Bai lifestyles.
The folk are happy – no regrets,
If only they can be Rockettes:
Wave that fan, stomp those shoes,
Dance so hot, you blow a fuse.
Show goes on, no regrettin’
Even if you are Tibetan.
Lifts the veil on
So, Chairman Ming, we bid adieu,
No place we wouldn’t go with you.
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