The tantrum throwing dame

Mamata Banerji has a singular aim: 

Outmaneuver the Communists at their game,

The Railway ministry is inconsequential,

West Bengal has more potential,

To elect a tantrum throwing dame.

Jairam Ramesh's hurricane proof hairdo

When deriding his critics with disdain,

Jairam Ramesh flaunts his coiffured mane,

Thrice daily he blow dries, 

Using scarce power supplies, 

Environment Minister, shouldn't you refrain?

Euro's current worth

Greece has been on a debt binge,

The euro's got hammered and singed;

The German mark spurred the euro's birth,

Is the drachma euro's current worth? 

Ask investors extremely unhinged.

Braying for retrograde causes

Earlier this year, when Minister of Environment Jairam Ramesh supported the introduction of genetically modified BT Brinjal or aubergine, he was opposed by farmers' and environmental groups. During his recent visit to China, he accused the Indian government of being alarmist and paranoid about Chinese investments in India. 

Naveen Jindal, a businessman and MP, meanwhile is playing footsie with the khap panchayats, self-styled community representatives who dispense medieval justice in the villages of Haryana. 

These two worthies have hidden agendas and I have a limerick: 

  

Jairam Ramesh is seduced by Chinese swindles,

Khap groups have wooed Naveen Jindal:

Both loudly brayed,

For causes retrograde,

Let's force feed them toxic BT Brinjal.

Rackets and racketeers

Sporting heads have never wielded a racket,

Yet they've all stashed massive pay packets:

Racketeers to a man,

Mobsters of a clan,

They belong to top income tax brackets.

Fight terror with sixth sense

Delhi lives constantly under the threat of imminent terror attacks, so the Lieutenant Governor Tejendra Khanna advised the edgy, nervous residents of the capital to develop vigilance as a collective sixth sense. Translation: we the serfs are left to fend for ourselves.


Here's my riposte in verse to the Governor:

Be vigilant with your sixth sense,
Says Delhi's Governor who's quite dense,
Police will protect the elite
Not lumpen masses in the street,
We commoners now live in perennial suspense.