He was tall and fair
increasingly bald
in English, with Goanish air
he somehow drawled
With his trademark swinging
and girly gait
he traipsed singing
through the colony gate
He walked n walked
a good hour or so
him kids watched
swinging hips n go
He had two bossy sisters
with 'em he lived
they perhaps gave him jitters
he always looked peeved
He worked as a clerk
at his typewriter by day
one day went berserk
when a girl came his way
He stared, he flirted
to somehow grab her attention
'I love you' he blurted
but with useless assumption
THUMP....
Landed a palm squarely
on his elderly jaw
a courtesy shown rarely
but for the worst outlaw
Red faced Fernandes
suffers from hypertension
mention of any Miss
now sends him into depression!
