A fat old woman said “Ah me!
My days are almost done,
With rheumatism bad on my knee.
And find I have no fun
Puddings burn upon my tongue
Bananas I can’t face
Guavas round my intestines
Gas bubbles seem to chase.”
So she loves to malinger
Slurping and burping forever
Clad in silken finery
And dressed in precious jewellery
She had no real worry
One day while digesting her curry,
On her door stood a beggar, so dirty
He said “Amma, I’m very hungry,
For two days I haven’t eaten”
“Be gone!Or I’ll have you beaten!”
It’s fun to have such people
On whom we love to giggle
But isn’t it a riddle
They have everything material
But of humanity-so little.
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