There once was a Bangalorean mailman
who always had a monsoon season plan.
For heavy rain: a coat;
heavier still: a boat.
And if all else fails, move to Rajasthan.
In Jaipur, there was an old stepwell.
On the knees, it played all sorts of hell.
Its look was quite scenic,
but made phobics anemic.
One misstep and say, "Fare-thee-well!"
There was a plump man of Hyderabad
who was known to be quite a tightwad,
but he ate his biryani
and never was scrawny.
He had a Hyderabadi biryani bod-y.