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.

Shoe Time

If you have smelly old shoes to spare,
Fling them at fools of Vanity Fair,
Don't hurl one but two, 
'Coz you'll have to woo,
The politico with free footwear.

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.

Perambulating policemen

City policemen loiter and perambulate
Chat languidly and relax in cars to pronate
They mock citizens with gibes
Grow potbellied with bribes
No wonder terrorists slaughter innocents and proliferate.

Villain, rascal, scallywag, fatcat

Judge, police, leader, bureaucrat,
Villain, rascal, scallywag, fatcat.

Deploy Google to track felons

Freely roam terrorists, rapists and assassins,
Police retards deploy Google to track the felons.