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….