Maths and I, Are like Apple with chicken fry, Maths and I, Are like Apple with chicken fry,

This boy walked by. So I gave him a fry. This boy walked by. So I gave him a fry.

Whenever I am sick and ill, His presence gives me a fast heal. He might forget to put Whenever I am sick and ill, His presence gives me a fast heal. He might fo...

Mkhwas! let me tell you, Yesterday I heard a tale of you! The way you forgot your coat! All... Mkhwas! let me tell you, Yesterday I heard a tale of you! The way you forg...

In vain he tried to get back his treat In vain he tried to get back his treat

The poem shows how poor die for food. The poem shows how poor die for food.