(1)
Nothing changed between him and his wife
Yet the rumours spread about strife,
He could barely contain those malevolent lies
Which he wanted to smite like flies.
(2)
One day, all of a sudden
In a tongue feeble and olden
His wife asked him thus-
What is all this fuss?
Let’s forget the rumour-mongers and discuss
Ways to end this homely impasse.
I am giving you a palmful of nuts
Without ifs and buts
You down the fruitage
And you’ll gain the tongue of a sage
And in coming days
When you follow your instinctive ways
And visit quaint villages
Your tales will teach them how to survive on pillages
Notwithstanding your streaked teeth
They’ll take you to their heath.
(3)
There was a tourist who downed a betel nut
And fell into a conversational rut,
The many places where he has travelled
He never ruddy unravell'd.
