‘The time has come’, the Walrus said,
‘To talk of many things:
Of contracts — and BCCI — and sony Max —
Of Ferraris and Pepsis
And how Mandira was more hot
And whether Tendulkars serves chicken wings’
‘But wait a bit,’ the Oysters cried,
‘Before we have our chat;
For some of us have bad breath,
And none of us have close-up teeth
‘Go hurry!’ said the Carpenter, ‘Or you’ll miss the comercial’.
They thanked him much for that.
‘A streak of luck,’ the Walrus said,
‘Is what we chiefly need:
And a track that turns only when they bat
And yes, rains just when we need —
Now, if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can watch the farce.’
‘But they must not win the toss!’ the Oysters cried,
Showing off his little blue cap.
‘After such a trashing, that would be
A dismal thing to do!’
‘The lady is a riot,’ the Walrus said,
‘Do you admire the view?’