Lemme tell you of this friend of mine,
Haven’t known him for too long a time,
Speaks a language that is his own,
Every sentence with a bit of profanity thrown,
Yet never is it offensive, his manner or tone,
Held close by all to whom he is known,
Always the guy that’s just a call away,
Not for us, for his gal I say!
The friend that sticks by through thick n thin,
Sometimes my partner for the mess I’m in,
I love talking endlessly to the bloke,
Sometimes over meals but mostly over smoke,
He’s the part of Bombay that I really like so,
Heck…I wrote him a poem…well what do you know!