Sleepless in Chennai

It's raining cats and dogs here,

By lightning and loud thunder.

Awe it inspires, and fear,

But my sleep does it plunder!

Dearest darling, sugarcane juice,

Is it raining pets at your place, too?

Let us then hum a tune you choose,

And leap like a kangaroo.

On the Advent of Teenage

Beyond any doubt
There came about
In my gastronomical
range
An astronomical
change

Limerick Latte -- #07, #08 and #09

As sms-ed to annoy a friend.

[Note: Lab = Labrador -- her hypocorism; AJX504 -- mine.]

There was a young Lab from Trichy
Who was understandably bitchy.
When called a sow
By AJX504
She also proved to be a bit touchy.

Twenty minutes of poetic exercise,
The next five -- of wild surmise:
'Was that a good limerick?
Will it flop or will it click?'
And all she remarks is 'Lol. Nice.'

There was a young girl from Sir Sivaswamy Kalalaya
When asked 'உங்க school நல்லாருக்கா நல்லாலயா ',
She fumed and said,
'You're gonna be dead
But choose பன்னிக்கோ என் பல்லாலயா இந்த கல்லாலயா'