Three musketeers there were In the campus here This is an ode to Kenji who eats Parle g An ode to Kenji who eats Parle g Sexy she lies on the warm tarmac on a cold night Warmth she gives to a cold heart inside Three musketeers there were In the campus here This is an ode to Kenji who eats Parle g Barked she the loudest Hugged she the softest Patience she had the longest Hurt she was the most when we lost Pompi, the best.
Musings of a barmy mind!