In the halcyon days or yore , when short pants we wore …. (And this , unfortunately , is where the rhyme gives way)
and though he fought , with might and main,
Cassandra’s curse upon him ,was lain.
for none believed what he wrote and knew.
a saree unfurled
To sort things , the easy way out
He entered a bed and she too ,
“a connoisseur of fish , I may be called
for the whole Bay of Bengal , I’ve grilled and charred
and every nautical creature , the seven seas hold,
towers of them fish skulls , my shelf doth lard.”
“don’t you begin lecturing me now , I’ve brought you up since you scurried around the streets like mowgli in underpants and washed your godknowswhatwhat since the days you made your red underpants turn topaz …. …. …. “