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The Landlady

She screamed so loud,
Her eyes bright red,
Her child was scared and so was I,
My friend got scared and in bed he lie,
For five days through,
Brought down with flu.

A Fool came then and let her in,
To show her that the toilet's clean,
Gone was she in a second's split,
Hope that she doesn't get fits.

Then came the maid on a fine sunday,
She just cleaned the house and walked away,
The house did shine and sparkle for sure,
But beware, clean your home;
Or your money is gone.

---Rahul Nair
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  1. AnonymousThursday, January 18, 2007 7:03:00 am

    Ah, never knew the poet in Rahul :)

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  2. -: :Abhi: :-Sunday, March 04, 2007 1:50:00 pm

    Kure naalayallo mashe bloggittu??....busy aano??...hwz life gng???...
    WEn u get time chek out http://deviantshots.blogspot.com
    Tcre..

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  3. AnonymousWednesday, April 11, 2007 4:37:00 am

    Tis poem dedicated to jason Tom Thomas alle..

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  4. Rahul NairWednesday, April 11, 2007 4:39:00 am

    @anon: athe athe

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  5. Bharath R SThursday, May 31, 2007 12:21:00 pm

    Super dude!!!!!!!!!!!

    made me laugh!!!!!!!!!!

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