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.
2010.
1 class ka bacha apni Miss se kehta hai.
Mai aap ko kaisa lagta hoon?
Miss: So sweet!
Bacha: To phir mai apne ammi abbu ko aap k ghar kab bhejun.
Miss: Wo kyon?
Bacha: Ta''kay wo hamari baat agay chalayen,
Miss: Ye kya bakwaas hai!
Chand per ap ka naam likney ko jee chahta hay
Laykin pehli baat tu yeh hay k mera hath nahi jata hay
Aur dosri baat yeh k yeh khayal mughey sirf doophar main he aata hay