Times of weed…

   

For the charge of being an O.L. Weed,

“Not guilty”, bhajjee, perhaps cannot plead,

For true to O-weedy chemistry

He’s now gone and punched Codes own country.

 

Ess Ess, the dasher, from Kerala

Cried for the world to see on camera

“Mummee, mummee, boo hoo, boo hoo

I am good boy, he hit me, O what did I do?”

   

Looks like a case of pot and kettle, black and black, 

“Tough luck”, smirked one, and the other said “Whack!”

Come watch this Tamasha of Mohaalee,

Two grown men scrap like kuttha-billeee….