I''ve written a poem for you: Twinkle twinkle little star, you should know what you are, and once you know what you are, Mental hospital is not so far.
Aaap main say har koi nashta karta hoga, har koi anda(egg) bhi subha subha khata hoga.......
agar aap ki mom kisi din aap say aakar yeh kahain k
egg main say ek memon nikla hai tou hairan na hoeay ga kyun k jarasim or memon har jaga hote hain.
Boy: Bus Male Hoti hai ya female?
Girl:female ,har koi ispe charthe hai.
Boy: to Phir woh pregrant kyon nahi hoti?
Girl:kyon k sab peachay se charhte hai.
