by Siripathy Jayamaha
Who shot shott or knott shot shott
Kippenapala Knott did not like Samakami Shott. Nor Shott Knott. They
saw a howling baby in a cot. Must be hot said Knott to Shott. "Give him
an apricot".
 "What! An apricot to a tiny tot? You think it's a mascot, you clot,
you miserable sot, you are talking pot after a jot of pot". Knott was
angry. Knott shot Shott. "I am shot by Knott" cried Shott "Alas! My lot.
Knott you are in a spot, you will definetly feel the knot when you fall
into the slot," said fatally shot Shott. The knot for Knott-goodbye.
Knott, consider yourself lost.
In Heaven I will do the fox trot, while you in Hell will surely rot
after they boil you in a pot. Patternot for Knott and vandott for Shott.
Lawyers both. No! Knott shot rot Shott. "If not Knott who else shot
Shott. The shot that Knott shot was at Shott."
The verdict at Ten, on the dot. "Yes, Knott shot Shott." So Knott for
the knot. A just punishment he got. An unerasable blot to the family of
Knott.
Was walking behind a very shapely lady,
Undoubtedly a beauty, quickened my pace akin to Gonzales speedy,
One glance at her face, increased my speed, legs unsteady,
Marvelling the Sinhala saying about the shape and the face of the
proverbial sweet milady.
Banda was holidaying in chilly Nuwara Eliya,
Bareheaded when drizzling at the seasonal Sanakeliya,
Pneumonia plus plus, rushed to home town at Badureliya
Alas! Laid to rest in the family Susaana Bhoomiya
Millie plastered her face with thick layers of make up,
Longing to quality as a sought after top class pick up
Aggression! they said, Clash of Titans in the lock-up
Poor Millie looked like a smashed bottle of dark red Ketch-up
An early departure for Millie, speeding with hope, with her 'late' kin
to catch-up
At the pearly gates, with my personal life on a three legged stool
Enter dear widower, wife not with us, but for you our celestial cool
I was then a widower, now left a widow by the swimming pool
Be gone to your wife, right down under you have broken our cardinal rule
Lessons not learnt, a twice married mortal
In here we brand you a fool
Had the great Christofus Columbus
Instead of the 'Mayfair' boarded a Sri Langama Omnibus
Driven by the one and only super driver Thomus would have
Enjoyed a good cup of Ceylon tea near a way young on umbus way-yaung-gay-humbus!
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