I''ve written a poem for you: Twinkle twinkle little star, you should know what you are, and once you know what you are, Mental hospital is not so far.
Once There Was A
Hungry Kutta
He Stole A Peice Of
Boti By Chacha Diimu
Shop
Then He Durki Lai &
Reach Ob Th Bridge
Of Naala
He Saw Another Kutta
In Water With Boti
His Thoughts Were
Kuttian Aali
He Maari Jo Chaal Wich
Tey He Lost His Own
Boti
Sahab:
Tum bathroom mei q ghus aye,
kia tumhain pta nahi tha k main naha raha hoon?
Mulazim:
Hazur galti ho gai,
main samjha tha begum sahiba naha rahi hain;-)
