My payasam is burnt. This is the Elegy of the Burnt Payasam:


O burnt, burnt payasam
why did you stay mum?
Amidst the chatter of Vasugi
and the calling of a pee
why couldn't you utter, at least a hum?
Bladders are fussy,
and Vasugi, indeed,talks aplenty
A hum would've kept you yummy...
Now you're a congealed thing
and my heart is aching...
life is so baffling...
but I'll soon be basking
Baskin Robbins is waiting...



Vasugi is wonderful. La la.