From the good old simple times… :)

When a friend sent this poem to me, it just seemed too darned ‘cornily’ nice to not put it up here reminded me of the brilliant rhymes from m class 2 english book

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You’re a pink toothbrush, I’m a blue toothbrush

Have we met somewhere before?

You’re a pink toothbrush and I think toothbrush

That we met by the bathroom door.

Glad to meet toothbrush, such a sweet toothbrush

How you thrill me through and through

Dont be hard toothbrush on a soft toothbrush

‘Cause I cant help loving you.

Every time I hear you whistle……

it makes my nylon bristle…….

You’re a pink toothbrush, I’m a blue toothbrush

Won’t you marry me in haste?

I’ll be true toothbrush, just to you toothbrush

When we both use the same toothpaste.

A Poem by an Undiscovered Bengali Poet

This forwarded email was just too hilarious to be kept to myself…so read on….

Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent
Boshtaard Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I will avenge poor darling’s life
Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But I not fear these sons of beeches
Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start
But noise is coming from damn fool’s heart
Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight
Should Tiger come I will shoot and fall him down
Then like hero return to native town
Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self -” Chatterjee be brave”
I am now proceeding with too much care
From far I smell this Tiger’s lair
My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start pray
I think I will shoot Tiger some other day
Turning round I am going to flee
But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting Bengalee
He bounding from cave like footballer Pele
I run shouting “Kali Ma tumi kothay gele”
Through the jongole I am running
With Tiger on my tail closer looming
I am a telling that never in life
I will take risk again for my damn fool wife!!!!!