MADRAS ITS BECAUSE I'M A LONDONER

♫ MADRAS IT’S BECAUSE I’M A LONDONER ♫

You may think I’m a hippo crypt

For abusing the genre of verse

Modifying words

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.