♫ MADRAS IT’S BECAUSE I’M A LONDONER ♫
You may think I’m a hippo crypt
For abusing the genre of verse
Being silly and absurd
I aim to be comical-no worse.
If I’m immersed in hearses, I rehearse, but it hurts
If I’m ensconced in scones I abscond
Butmy happiest time
Is composing my rhyme.
♫ Partly sage, prose-merry on-line. ♫.... ( to be sung )
My poem is about the Indians we savour
I don’t curry favour just love curry flavour
Dahl have to be careful with a vindaloo
Make sure I am close enough to aloo
Bhuna or later
Comes a singing waiter
♫ Its basmati and I’ll khori if I want to. ♫...( to be sung )
In Buenos Aires they eat Argy bhajis
I somosa you’re thinking I mean tikka massallas
Please let me chat
About that rogue Ann Josh.
Can I have a korma rant before my nosh?
Cumin on this site with poetry that’s so bad
“He’s down the paneer” I hear you add
But its all okey-dokey
To do the hokey-cokey
♫ “Chapati left foot in.. and you shish it all kebab” ♫...( to be sung )
(you are naan the wiser, are you?)
Thank you to my brother for the inspiration.