To refurbish the fridge, in he came
and flashed his Id before the old dame.
Mam got in tea to make
and brought for him a cake.
Missing were some gold chains and the sham.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
After reading this poem, I have to pity the Madam, but why am I giggling? Indian robbers are using different tactics, depends upon the development of the country. an interesting poem on the hospitality of Indian women!