Baby Golu Polu Poem by FRANCIS MOHANTY

BABY GOLU POLU......

Born at nine forty, he was little weighty....
Seem to many to be naughty.....
But he was really thirsty...and making the cot dirty...
His mother was bit flirty...father was too hearty....
So beautiful was the sighty that everyone thanked the almighty....
made a lot of fun kneeling on lawn from evening to dawn.....
cried at faces that frown.....
everyone called him baby brown....
but was only one in town.... bubbly and pubbly.....
so world called him GOLU POLU......