There was a man from Leeds
who swallowed a packet of seeds
The show of a sprout
who bloomed into a tout
while his essentials are covered in weeds
His claim to fame
His claim to fame
was rather lame
It played on verses
and fattened purses
while he sang to many a dame
In a state of mind
that emanated from the hind
he was invited to a fest
with the demeanor of a pest
leaving the organisers in a bind.
leaving the organisers in a bind.
lovely - really enjoyed this one!!!
ReplyDeletethank you specs buffy, welcome back.... :)
DeleteThat was quite a ditty!!
ReplyDeleteLove the look of your blog!!
Thank you Protik, it just fell in place, so to say :)
DeleteReally nifty blog, Do you sketch the Cari's as well ?
ReplyDeleteThank you 'the Iengar Chick'(phew).Yes, I do sketch the caricatures too,the writing just tags along :)
ReplyDeleteLong time!
ReplyDeleteHow do you come up with such ideas? HOW!
Indeed a long time. Did see a pic of you pitching a flag in Gurgaon on facebook recently.
DeleteHow do I come up with such ideas....well.... in my fathers jibe,they say the reason is.. 'insanity'.
Kinda cute!
ReplyDeleteThat should broaden Mr Rushdie's smile.Thank you Anupama.
DeleteWhy the phew after 'the Iengar Chick' da? really nice cari's and the words don't hurt either. BTW am not the wonly wone Iengar Chick kettiya ! so not The but An as wone of the soo mannnnny ;-D
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