Tua Pek Kong stands tall Facing the sea protecting People of Miri.

Inspiring music Elevates my downcast mood No need for Xanaz.

A rainbow of joy A nice spectrum of colours God’s promise to us.

With roots latched in mud Lotus submerges nightly Flowers of rebirth.

Three is what they have The eyes of the iguanas Third eye on their heads.

To keep your balance Think about riding a bike You must keep moving.

Like a miracle Man seems to float in the air Nothing but a trick.

A bowl of laksa Tantalising my taste buds Breakfast of champions.

The owl looks unwell It stays still when I approach An abandoned pet.

Politicians swing Like monkeys from tree to tree They jump like frogs too.