|She was simply very beautiful;|
My heart and mind Geya Jhool;
I gave her a Red Rose ka Phool;
Woh Kar Gyi Mere Saath Chull;
She turned out to be my Life's biggest Bhull!
|There once was a lady, Eileen,|
Who lived on distilled kerosene.
But she started absorbin'
A new hydrocarbon
And since then she's never benzene!
|There was a princess of Bengal,|
Whose mouth was exceedingly small;
Said she, "It would be
More easy for me
To do without eating at all!"
|Shit-house poets when they die|
Should have erected where they lie
In memory of their caustic wit
Where they lie every dipped
A monument of solid shit!