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 an old painter from Jaipur
who painted ceilings, floors, walls, and doors.
'Til his boss raised a stink,
and said, "Paint it all pink!"
"I've not enough pink cans for that chore."