Chope

Joshua Ip

 

seems half the work of weddings nowadays

is all about the asking. bigger better

bangs and bucks, and every suitor sets a

higher bar for better men to raise:

flash mobs and fireworks and fighter rides –

the shock and aww is how a bride computes

your manhood, though the snazziest of suits

will sink without a rock of proper size.

 

is there an issue of sincerity

if over coffee, talk turns by and by

towards the prospect of an hdb?

would it be disrespectable if i,

while at a hawker stall, drop to a knee,

and place a tissue packet on your thigh?