This is a poem about me by the great poetess Sharika S. Nair a.k.a kutty, A person worthy of nothing (??)... lesser than the literature nobel!
The great poetess Sharika has taken her valuable time out just to write a poem in honour of me.This speaks volumes of my greatness and fame.
Any resemblance and reference to existing creatures (other than me) is purely coincidental and unintentional.
THE ONE THAT SHAVED
Shyam had a moustache
That troubled him whenever he crashed
He had a thing for laden
Which made abhi to sadden
No wonder he is a london-chick
Mradul likes all his pics
His treasury skills are legendary
Right now he misses trichy's curry
Pragyan is his passion
He shaved his moustache in the name of fashion
Whatever you say he can argue
Everything and anything out of the blue
Poor shyam has to suffer my torture
Whatsoever this made him more mature
Shyam loves the coll's admin
One can make out from that little grin
He keeps fratenizing with trichy cows
He's thinking 'I want my moustache back i don't know how'
H e reminds me of a little teddy
His friends like him cos hes a good buddy
I find him to be a tweet little boy
Full of happiness and joy
He will definitely murder me soon
Am sure he finds me to be a crazy loon!
-composed and compiled by THE GIFTED
For those of you who do not know, Her Highness Kutty is Osama´s neighbour in Saudi Arabia and an upcoming terrorist in the youth wing of Al-Qaeda. She is known to come up with innovate weapons of mass destruction like this one! Wishing her a bright future!