An old bald man from Chengannur,
Married a young pretty lass from Trivandrum.
He didn't have MI.
He sang tuneless sa-ri-ga-ma slapping his fat thigh.
At night he slinked into the maid-servant's room.
His daughter saw, had a breakdown.
He didn't care a hoot.
This old bald man from Chengannur.
Some say mental illness runs in families
While offering homilies.
Little do they know that incest runs in some
bloodlines.
Skips a generation maybe. But runs it does.
And how.
