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Mush-Bush Imbroglio
by Nandlal Kanjibhai Panchol
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  Mush and Bush are bosom friends
Former borrows, latter lends
Bush-Mush, Mush-Bush
The alliance, awkward and abstruse -
To everyone
The pair both confuse and amuse
The former stalwart, latter a dwarf
Former tickles, latter laughs

Bushy with Mushy flirts and blurts:
'I dump my dollar in dictator's dustbin
He is military ruler, my king-pin
For him I'm ready to commit any sin
you understand what I mean.
'Mushy, use my dollar for proxy war in J & K
And with it you can in power stay
Mushy, I love you, I love you
My dictator friends are but few
Mugabe is not a guy like you
A paranoid in my view
See how often against me poison he spew
My exchequer is for you to plunder
And commit blunder after blunder
Please keep AL Qaeda under check
For that take from me blank check
Capture that vagabond waif Osama
And in return
take from me whole Oklahama
Seven eleven is burning blob on my skin
Mushy, you understand what I mean.

Mushy mumbles and himself humbles:
Bushy, I love you, I love you
I have faithful friends but few
Our friendship is most uncanny
I assure you honey
Your exchequer is my pocket money
As a kid, my father never gave me so much money
As you've given me, my honey
Bushy I love you. I love you
I have no lucrative friend save you
You are my best friend in my view
Our friendship will go down in history
As an unsolved mystery.

April 15 ,2007
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