Chronicles of the goatwa
There was a goatwa on the wild blue yonder
Who found his way to the mansion of the raizadas
Into nani's lap and hearth lay his fodder
Naniji found her mamta as he called her mah mah
Laxmi was found to be his favoured name
Missed call was ala mami as a nick name
Bleating and Baaahing was his favourite game
Was the blue eyed bakri of the old dame
One day wrenched by Blah for a walk and a ride
In her scheme to become the raizada bride
But however hard Ms Kashyap had tried
A Goatwa lost meant a dent in nani's pride
Fate smiled as Khushi found the waylaid brat
Placed it tenderly into the old dame's lap
By accident became a part of the Psycho's trap
Whose intentions are a hard nut to crack
The leads side-lined by animals a clear trend
The trps on the whims of a goat do depend
So dear friends the chronicles it seems will never end
Till Gautam hedge proves a missed call is a girl's best friend
PS .Am sick of the goatwa...and its goofy ways..so put in rhyme as I believe it will soon waylaid ARHI in terms of airtime..Bah..
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