SRILANKA......the madness continues..

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Anthrax and Oil
Every day when looking telly I am very sad, They are telling in the Iraq situation very bad, Bush and Blair want to fight on, but only wanting thel, Poor people in the Iraq, having to pay hell! Oh! To be in Iraq. Now, that thish war is here! Oh! To be in the Iraq. Drinking Anthrax Beer! Saddam is a nasty chappie that is very true, Carries gun, wears a mousto and drinks with his crew, We are having loads of Anthrax and that is very good! But when it comes to eating drinking, there is no food. Oh! To be in Iraq. Now, that thish war is here! Oh! To be in the Iraq. Drinking Anthrax Beer! Dhanni Dhani Dhani Dhoni Dhanni Dahani Dhanni Dhanni Dhey! Uh! Dhanni Dhani Dhani Dhoni Dhanni Dahani Dhanni Dhanni Dhey! Uh! Dhanni dhanni dhoni dhani jaramara kata goni gani... Apologies to Bill Forbes By William al-Goonagol of Basra for crazylanka. Copyright 2003 Send Singhlish poems for this page E MAIL
An ode to goats!	A Burghers' lament
VOTES GOING TO THE GOATS After the many pleas and warnings Still, at each day's new dawning Come posters splattered on the wall. Be it in Batticaloa, Chilaw or Galle. 'Vote for 2, 3 and 4,' Say a Perera and a Podisingho. Then a Mohammed, Pillai and Deen Say, ''lf you then voted 'blue', please, now vote green. Once clean wlles and painted gates Are now spoilt with posters of some smug face Of a would-be minister, with benevolent smile Which is quite enough to upset one's bile! And our road names - well they're no more to be seen. Oh! The devil take these 'blues' and these 'greens'! Now I heard that they no longer use parppe But some other glue that sticks faster. The poster removers are having a time And it is to them, that I write this rhyme. In Dehiwela, it was seen, the other day. A billy and nanny and some kids at play. And when they decided to take a break. It was some posters on the walls - they ate! lf the removal of posters, incites a mob - Just put some goats - on the job! And to all you people, who ask for our votes - Your posters are only admired by some goats! Janine, Nugegoda (From The Sunday Times of SriLanka. Spotter: Charmaine Fernando)	....or what for the telling! These days in Sri Lanka, is very hard to stay, Cost of Living very high, and rising everyday, Children crying, hungry telling, don't know what to do, Haven't rice, so husband gone to standing in the queue. Thousand Rupees rent is paying, house is very old, When rain is coming, roof is leaking, very very cold, When complaint making, landlord tellin' he not caring less, He coming home and hartal putting, Hena bloody mess. Daughter asking money want to buy the mini skirt, Husband tellin' 'Go to Hell' - she only want to flirt, Asking her to go for job, she never want to go, She only do making up, and going for the show. Husband coming after drinking - Katchal in the house, When haven't money, he is sober - quiet like a mouse, Not only that, he is quietly pulling from the purse, Twenty Rupees slowly taking, and betting on the horse. Thambi Boutique Mudalali, he is a brick to cheat, Putting Gadol in the chilli powder, very bad to eat, Sometimes we are Thosai bringing, but is not so good, That also scared to eat - for having Poonac in the food. Vegetables very dear, even in the Keera cart, When I'm going to buy beef, butcher putting part, Aney what to do child, standing and bargaining, In queue in blazing sun..........leg is also paining. Haven't milk, haven't rice, haven't even bread, So drinking plain Tea without sugar, and going to the bed. When telling husband 'go Down Under' he is telling, what you know, Leaving Country where you born, why you want to go? Kerosine oil in the brain child Don't know what to do Had a 'burgher' lamprai..... And a bit of Accharu....! From Mount Mary to Dematagoda The Yakkas' have now come to live You Burgher buggers,useless buggers Left us with the Bill.....! From Colombo 3 to Dehiwela It's like driving into hell Please bring back the buggy cart And we'll all be in the well Thosai Boutiques again now Coming up every where And all the 'Sarong Johnnies' now Wearing the pants so there..! So that is what I'm telling aney, life is very sad, Everything is hard to get, and coming colours bad, If husband drink and come today, I'm going to give him bombing, But what for even talking aney............ laughing also coming. Author unknown, contributed by Nihal Dias.
Burgher Immigrant Song
By Costain de Vos (decd) Sung to the tune of 'Waltzing Matilda' Once a jolly Burgher Got quite sick of Sri Lanka Sat in a Melbourne-bound plane you see And he sang as he watched The Qantas stewardess' legs 'Its Down Under Tucker Land for me' Down Under Tucker Down Under Tucker Down Under Tucker Land for me And he sang as he watched The Qantas stewardess' legs Its Down Under Tucker Land for me Around came the stewardess Pushing the refreshments cart 'Do you want juice or coffee or tea?' 'Oh bring me some frosties Black Swans or Fosters' 'cause It's down under Tucker Land for me' Down Under Tucker Down Under Tucker Down Under Tucker Land for me And he sang as he watched The Qantas stewardess' legs Its Down Under Tucker Land for me When the plane got to Melbourne He fell down on the runway Gave the tarmac kisses, one, two, three He staggered to his feet and Picked up his suitcases... 'Its Down Under Tucker Land for me' Contributor: Vinod Moonesinghe

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