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 b
ig bore,
Played around w
ith four,
Screwed them for sure,
Drowned them and came ashore,
V
ivek was burnt to the core,
Salman gave h
im a call of roar,
Then stepped through am
itabh''s door,
She knew he scores
in crore,
Abh
ishek
is for sure,
D
il mange more,
God knows whats more
in aunty''s store.
CRAZY K
iYA RE . . . ;->