The interview I never attended

Here is the 2nd poem, a little light hearted one; have tried to shift away from my usual melancholical style of poems.


The interview I never attended


I didn’t see the peel,
The banana peel.
I slipped and fell a mighty fall.
Interview, I had to attend
Now I am here in the general ward.


Doctor Doctor, I called out.
Out came a sister with a needle.
Pants were pulled down.
Bums exposed,
I waited for the dreaded prick.


Sister sister some one called,
Sister left me in a bother,
With out the prick
With out the pant,
I lay there in the general ward.


Dignity returned to me
So did a pain in the ass
When another sister
Gave me the pant
Gave me the prick.


Jinga lala Jinga lala
My heart sang
as doctor signed my discharge slip
aiyo amma aiyo amma
my heart yelled
When I saw the bill.


Tata bye bye, I said to the hospital
Caught a rickshaw back home
Only to realize suddenly
Like a monkey sitting on the terrace
It was I who threw the peel to the spot I fell!!