My ditty on Sashi Tharoor the Twitter Tittie
The Twitter Jitter
The story of an Indian politician writer
From Kerala a handsome blighter
His comments on the twitter
Mostly puts him in a titter
He twitted on the cattle class
making himself a clever ass
Got the fury of the Indian mass
who called his comments as real crass
kept his hand in the wrong place
as national anthem was sung in countrys praise
no no not where you guys think or anything base
just kept it on his chest he always says
Handsome sashi married again and again none of the times was it in vain
His good looks could get him all but the plain
While he jaunted in the first class plane
Twitter caught him again in trouble
like a Russian without a rouble
he got some Meher from over the border
When his searching eyes looked for fodder
My advice is better stick to facebook
Even if you have all the good looks
Twitter seems to be getting some rooks
In trouble cornered like crooks
Good looks roving eyes aren't a good combination
Adding Twitter to this is an exclamation
Then one lands in real commotion
Then no use crying over the trepidation
Men by nature are known to stray
while women want to make them stay
Men are kids who want sweets in a tray
And when in trouble they try to get away
So our good looking man in twitter
who as a writer would always glitter
is now only having a temporary jitter
but for him these days surely looks better
His words are big and legendary
When he talks most pick up dictionary
His hobby is to put us in knots
Better than usual political rots
But words and flicked hair
May just cover up his bare
For now but maybe not forever
Sins may catch up wherever
Sashi tharoor the brilliant wizard
Changes colours like a lizard
And mesmerises with his speeches
His voters who cling like leeches .
Tweet and tumble and fumble
Your life is in a rumble
Talk orate speak and make lectures
Twitter is your true texture .
The Twitter Jitter
The story of an Indian politician writer
From Kerala a handsome blighter
His comments on the twitter
Mostly puts him in a titter
He twitted on the cattle class
making himself a clever ass
Got the fury of the Indian mass
who called his comments as real crass
kept his hand in the wrong place
as national anthem was sung in countrys praise
no no not where you guys think or anything base
just kept it on his chest he always says
Handsome sashi married again and again none of the times was it in vain
His good looks could get him all but the plain
While he jaunted in the first class plane
Twitter caught him again in trouble
like a Russian without a rouble
he got some Meher from over the border
When his searching eyes looked for fodder
My advice is better stick to facebook
Even if you have all the good looks
Twitter seems to be getting some rooks
In trouble cornered like crooks
Good looks roving eyes aren't a good combination
Adding Twitter to this is an exclamation
Then one lands in real commotion
Then no use crying over the trepidation
Men by nature are known to stray
while women want to make them stay
Men are kids who want sweets in a tray
And when in trouble they try to get away
So our good looking man in twitter
who as a writer would always glitter
is now only having a temporary jitter
but for him these days surely looks better
His words are big and legendary
When he talks most pick up dictionary
His hobby is to put us in knots
Better than usual political rots
But words and flicked hair
May just cover up his bare
For now but maybe not forever
Sins may catch up wherever
Sashi tharoor the brilliant wizard
Changes colours like a lizard
And mesmerises with his speeches
His voters who cling like leeches .
Tweet and tumble and fumble
Your life is in a rumble
Talk orate speak and make lectures
Twitter is your true texture .
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