Poem On Ash
Sexy aunty on the floor,
Ash is not as before,
The one we used to adore,
The sweet lady from mangalore,
Now she''s a big bore,
Played around with four,
Screwed them for sure,
Drowned them and came ashore,
Vivek was burnt to the core,
Salman gave
him a call of roar,
Then stepped through amitabh''s door,
She knew he scores in crore,
Ab
hishek is for sure,
Dil mange more,
God knows whats more in aunty''s store.
CRAZY KIYA RE . . . ;->
