Your presence is like ice cream
Eaten with a wooden spoon
While a puppy sits upon my lap
Some Sunday afternoon.
Your voice is like a raindrop
After seven years of drought.
I’m acting like a macho dude
For fear that you’ll find out.
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There once was a guy named Satpal
From Mumbai who was seven feet tall.
He graduated today
With his Harvard MBA
But his dream was to play basketball.
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The waves were crashing on the shore;
It was a lovely sight.
The fireflies caroused with me
Amidst the starry night.
The sand, still warm with faded sun,
Was soft beneath my feet.
Then my house was firebombed
By the US Pacific Fleet.
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I tried to find a sugar momma
But nobody has money in da hood.
I settled for a sweet ‘n low cousin
And I’m her splenda baby. It’s all good.
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My girlfriend came home one day,
Just walked in through the kitchen door.
“Do you like my new haircut?”
I asked “What team’s Mynu play for?”
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If all white people are racists
And support the KKK
It makes me see Hagrid
In an entirely new way.
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