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To Sir Tony :)
The Pauper poetry below is in response to Tony Sebastian’s ‘Nash –ty poetry’ a couple of days back. I started by writing out a comment on his blog but then could not control my instincts and decided to put this stuff here. Sir Tony would not mind – free publicity never hurts :)
Young lad Tony wanted to explore
Perform some sin and make a roar
Sadly for him the times weren’t right
And his stock crashed before its flight
The lad decided to give up the carnal
And take to singing with the nasal
But alas that space was taken too
And young Tony could only sing in the loo
He then ventured to emulate Nash
Write some poetry and earn some cash
So he took on the veggie food
And left the conservatives in a fowl mood
Corrupting our religion and our kids, now they say
Throw him into the sambhar sea and show others the way!
Tony knew he may have bitten too much
And now pleaded as such
‘I only wanted to see some action
Alas my drivers suffer from too much traction
I thought I would indulge
And give myself a little bulge
Now I am swimming in spicy seas
Surrounded by potatoes and peas
I am now ready to wear a halter
But do not sacrifice me on this alter
Spare me the misery and get me out
And I promise never to raise a shout
Only allow me a little bite
Chicken during the day and sen-sex at night!’
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Young lad Tony wanted to explore
Perform some sin and make a roar
Sadly for him the times weren’t right
And his stock crashed before its flight
The lad decided to give up the carnal
And take to singing with the nasal
But alas that space was taken too
And young Tony could only sing in the loo
He then ventured to emulate Nash
Write some poetry and earn some cash
So he took on the veggie food
And left the conservatives in a fowl mood
Corrupting our religion and our kids, now they say
Throw him into the sambhar sea and show others the way!
Tony knew he may have bitten too much
And now pleaded as such
‘I only wanted to see some action
Alas my drivers suffer from too much traction
I thought I would indulge
And give myself a little bulge
Now I am swimming in spicy seas
Surrounded by potatoes and peas
I am now ready to wear a halter
But do not sacrifice me on this alter
Spare me the misery and get me out
And I promise never to raise a shout
Only allow me a little bite
Chicken during the day and sen-sex at night!’
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