It was a charity show, for a noble cause,
To gift someone vision, while earning applause,
I was part of the skit, written with wit,
For which we slogged, must truly admit,
We practiced and practiced, day after day,
Our brand of humor, was easy to convey,
And came Apr 16th, our big show day!
Scene after scene we acted it out,
Gave it our best, without a doubt,
A few small issues we, but, had to face,
Spotlight cast shadows, limited our space,
We still gave our best & lost no zest,
Nor lost track, of our noble quest,
Yet the audience's applause, was but modest,
A little bit repressed, not very impressed.
Well that's that, we consoled ourselves,
Why to lose faith, in yourselves?
Sat to watch the show, after our segments,
Then it happened, the big turn of events....
The show was running, really really late,
Stage owners came, looking almost irate!
But just when we thought, we'd get kicked out,
Fashion show started, white smoke throughout,
The angels came in, healthy femininity to tout!
"TURN ON THE LIGHTS", yelled out a bloke,
"Oh, NOW you realize?" - (Grr I wanted him to choke)
Murmur vanished at once, a new vigor awoke!
A little bit of jhatka, a little bit of matka,
Hips went like this, pallus went like that,
And the lovely audience, just, fell, flat!
Not a single complaint, not even a spat!
Bright Hall lights, quickly turned on,
Folks seemed ready, to gape till dawn!
Drool, Drool Drool, formed a big pool,
wide open mouths, like a stunned mule,
people drooled at those hips, "Whattay cool"
Our poor witty director, looked like a fool!
Is the future of equality really so grim?
Where's Anna Hazare when you need him?
What can one do - it's just plain fate,
Gender Inequality - get used to it, mate! :-P
To gift someone vision, while earning applause,
I was part of the skit, written with wit,
For which we slogged, must truly admit,
We practiced and practiced, day after day,
Our brand of humor, was easy to convey,
And came Apr 16th, our big show day!
Scene after scene we acted it out,
Gave it our best, without a doubt,
A few small issues we, but, had to face,
Spotlight cast shadows, limited our space,
We still gave our best & lost no zest,
Nor lost track, of our noble quest,
Yet the audience's applause, was but modest,
A little bit repressed, not very impressed.
Well that's that, we consoled ourselves,
Why to lose faith, in yourselves?
Sat to watch the show, after our segments,
Then it happened, the big turn of events....
The show was running, really really late,
Stage owners came, looking almost irate!
But just when we thought, we'd get kicked out,
Fashion show started, white smoke throughout,
The angels came in, healthy femininity to tout!
"TURN ON THE LIGHTS", yelled out a bloke,
"Oh, NOW you realize?" - (Grr I wanted him to choke)
Murmur vanished at once, a new vigor awoke!
A little bit of jhatka, a little bit of matka,
Hips went like this, pallus went like that,
And the lovely audience, just, fell, flat!
Not a single complaint, not even a spat!
Bright Hall lights, quickly turned on,
Folks seemed ready, to gape till dawn!
Drool, Drool Drool, formed a big pool,
wide open mouths, like a stunned mule,
people drooled at those hips, "Whattay cool"
Our poor witty director, looked like a fool!
Is the future of equality really so grim?
Where's Anna Hazare when you need him?
What can one do - it's just plain fate,
Gender Inequality - get used to it, mate! :-P
