There was a thumbi from Rasta peth
Happend to be a great believer in fate
And though IIT and Oxford and Stanford
Meant moving from Bajaj to Maruti to Ford
Finally Pudukottai is where he found his mate.
There was a lady from Rabat
Had she triplets Pat, Tat and Nat
Twas fun thinkin abt the groomin
But feedin em she found,was harrowin
For she found often she had no Tit for Tat.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
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