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. 

Tharoor's slide from grace

With zaftig women, Tharoor loves to frolic,

And suffers from foot-in-mouth disease chronic,

From cattle class tweets

To the Kochi sleaze deceit,

His slide from grace is utterly supersonic.

Shashi Tharoor's a real dandy

Tharoor's a real dandy

Sunanda's his new arm candy

The Congress party isn't pleased

The Kochi franchise stinks of sleaze

Will he resign? It's up to Sonia Gandhi