How many rabbits from your hat you pulled out
Attracting and enticing your readers frantically
Amazing conversations to people were reached out
Like the dazzling stars visible to our eyes very clearly
Deep in the abyss Mr. Dip with gel was seen to slip
You made the nasty guy a laughing stock in public
The old romantic hero who gave to his lust a fillip
Filled with fear he denied his sexual guilt with panic
Lady Macbeth who pushed forward her submissive hero
Soon brandishing her power came forward in the scene
The whole governing members at her feet were like zero
They all danced to her tune, commanding them like a queen
Poor lovely Macbeth showing his manhood to others in fury
Stooped and conquered by the charm of his gracious lady
Disguised in a fake commander let loose his rule quite sadly
His grave was but dug by the arrogant and mischievous lady
Yes sir, yes sir those at top level were heard saying
With trembling voice before sahib Pravind, their leader
Fearlessly force planting with impunity were they doing
But now sorrows stuck in their minds are going deeper
So many cats you let out of your bag Monsieur Moustache
That sometimes we laugh and feel pity for the scoundrels
And left like the public in the adage ‘get cinema mange pistache’
Debunked their villainies we bid them in ‘caro canne’ a farewell
Cassam Tupsy
