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Friday, May 13, 2011

Of Mother Gosse and Father Chicken :

This is the house that Khala built.
This is the Mama.
Who sowed the seeds of payola in the house that
Khala built.


This is the Bhagna,
Who harvested with th eMama,
Who showed the seeds of payola in the house that
Khala Built.


This is Shashuri,
Who maimed the Bhagna,
Who harvested with the Mama,
Who sowed the seeds of payola in the house that
Khala Built.


This is Judas Chacha,
Who riled the Shashuri,
Who maimed the Bhagna,
Who harvested with the Mama,
Who sowed the seeds of payola in the house that
Khala Built.


This is the General with crumpled gun,
Who jailed Judas chacha,
Who riled the Shashuri,
Who maimed the Bhagna,
Who harvested with the Mama,
Who sowed the seeds of payola in the house that
Khala Built.


This is the Mangnate making money and fun,
Who shirked the General with crumpled gun,
Who jailed Judas chacha,
Who riled the Shasshuri,
Who maimed the Bhagna,
who harvested with the Mama,
Who sowed the seeds of payola in the huse that
Khala built.


This is the Cow standing in the sun,
That maddened the Magnate making money and fun,
Who shirked the General with crumpled gun,
Who jailed Judas Chacha,
Who riled the Shashuri,
Who maimed the Bhagna,
Who harvested with the Mama,
Who sowed the seeds of payola in the house that
Khala built.


This is the Chicken all flu-ed and shorn,
That felled the Cow standing in the sun,
That maddened the Magnate making money and fun,
Who jailed Judas chacha,
Who riled the shashuri,
Who maimed the Bhagna,
Who harvested with the Mama,
who sowed the seeds of payola in the house that
Khala built.


This is the plane that’s refused to be flown,
That derailed the Train that burned in the morn,
That roasted the Chicken all flu-ed and shorn
That felled the Cow stading in the sun,
That maddened the Magnate making money and fun,
who shirked the General with crumpled gun,
Who jailed Judas Chacha,
Who rild the Shashuri,
Who maimed the Bhagna,
Who harvested with the Mama,
who sowed the seeds of payola in the house that
Khala built.


This is the port of cyclically changing renown
That housed the plance that’s refused to be flown,
That derailed the Train that burned in the morn,
That roasted the Chicken all flu-ed and shorn
That felled the Cow stading in the sun,
That maddened the Magnate making money and fun,
who shirked the General with crumpled gun,
Who jailed Judas Chacha,
Who rild the Shashuri,
Who maimed the Bhagna,
Who harvested with the Mama,
who sowed the seeds of payola in the house that
Khala built.

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