Mr. Pandey was finally so happy!
Monday to Sunday, Mr. Pandey, takes a walk in the morning,
He has high blood pressure, Doctor gave him warning.
‘No Somosa, no fried stuff, no sugar, no salt,
Have Chapatis every day, rice should be given a halt.
No butter, no oil at all, food should be all boiled ’,
Mr. Pandey got very much upset, his love for food got foiled.
Mrs.Pandey told her husband, ‘On oil you will save good money,
I shall buy plenty of bitter goard and boil them for you my Honey . ’
Mr.Pandey cried out with anger, he got in a very bad mood,
Asked his wife ‘Can you tell me what will you have for food?’
She laughed and said ' I can have any food that I fancy,
And so can have our children, Robert, Thomas and Nancy.’
Then she said ‘Look, I tell you, doctor’s advice you must follow, ’
Mr. Pandey said ‘O.K. my dear, I shall start from tomorrow.
The problem is that Haru’s shop – Why it has to be so near?
He has to move it fast from here, please tell him my dear.
He is frying Somosa now, knowing it very well,
People will queue up to buy them hot as they get the smell. ’
Haru heard what Mr. Roy said, he burst out with laughter,
Then angrily said to Mr. Roy, ‘Stop saying such silly things hereafter. ’
Mr. Roy shouted so loudly, wife and children came near,
Waking up he smiled and said ‘Oh it was dream my dear !
Where is Haru’s all beautiful stuff? come on, get them fast . ’
Wife laughed, brought him a plateful, that made him happy at last.
With two rasgullas in his mouth, a hot somosa in hand,
Mr. Roy said to his wife ‘Oh these are really ‘Grand!’
© 2011 Kamalesh050
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