Mama, I know it’s bad for health.
Mama, forgive me for the stealth.
Mama, I see the pyramids of giza.
Mama, I don’t even require a visa.
Cheers!! We start and by the end;
We get with ye a free friend.
Look the world around goes topsy-turvy.
And in the cradle of filth we make merry.
Yaw my space ship, yaw my time machine.
Yaw my blood in mars.
Sweet as neem yaw.. almighty gin.
Takes one high to the stars.
Booze-booze all night, all day.
Yaw my sun, yaw my hay.
Booze-booze, go early to sleep.
Ye I sow, ye I reap.
He he..Had me in laughs, A great topic to write poetry about...
ReplyDeleteWell done..
nice one......could extend it to make a rap song as well.
ReplyDeleteMy experience of world going topsy-turvy is on my blog...matches yours(although your art of expressing it is incomparable)
Do visit....plz plz plz :)
good... keep it up...
ReplyDeleteyou are delightfully weird!
ReplyDeletedelightfully weird
ReplyDeleteHahaha!..good one!
ReplyDeleteIts cutely weird!.
whacky..like it
ReplyDeletenice!!!! liked it
ReplyDeleteIt was long time coming!
ReplyDeleteWell, beautiful piece! Wonderfully illogical and fantabulously insane.
I'll ask Mallya to appoint you as the brand ambassador for United Breweries. This could well be their anthem. Cheers ! Oh sorry.. Yaw, buddy! :-)