Towel in Trousers

They'll spare you if you loot, 
Molest a woman, they will scoot, 
But if you scowl
Or wear a towel
You're arrested, 'cos you're a brute.

Oh darling, I love your sweat equity

With his third wife, Tharoor looks pretty, 

Celebrating his wedding in four cities, 

With Sunanda in tow,

And a seventy crore glow,

"Oh darling, I love your sweat equity."

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.

Tharoor the demigod

Like a demigod, Tharoor descended from the west,

He superciliously declared he was the best,

He wanted to gain

Loot the IPL gravy train

He's a sleazebag no different from the rest.

The IPL stinks

The IPL stinks of corruption,

Drugs, murder and seduction;

The tournament is a gigantic con

To fill the coffers of mafia dons,

Stay away from this scammers' production.

Tharoor's blonde and the squinting Congress

Tharoor's sleazy indiscretions caused many to mutter

When Kochi scandal erupted, even the mistress was aflutter,

For Sunanda with the blond tint

Made the Congress bosses squint

Tharoor's reckless liaisons dragged his name in the gutter. 

Sania got engaged to a dolt

Sania got engaged to a dolt,

Fiance Shoaib soon gave her a jolt,

He already had a spouse,

Sania's fans called him a louse,

Their advice: run for cover and swiftly bolt.