Sunday, 24 August 2008

Godawful Poetry Fortnight - 7

Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was white as baraf
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb went ussi taraf
It followed her to school one day
Which was niyamo ke khilaaf
It made the children laugh and play
Poem ends. Gustakhi maaf

Notes: the first half is an old college joke, origins lost in the mists of time. The second is all our fault. No, wait, we tell a lie. Poonam and Manisha helped us. Our Hindi is way too pathetic to manage on our own.

4 comments:

the saint said...

that is without doubt the worst godawful poetry in recent memory! you deserve a medal

zigzackly said...

saint,
We thank thee for thy kind benediction. But wait. Before you award any medals, take note, take cover, take calmpose. We have more coming up.

Gladeye said...

Thank you for the laugh of the day! Loved it!!

Ps said...

Brilliant!! :) :)
Cheers
preeti