A Trail of Two Trials

A tale I relate so you can all be sure

About two trials broadcasted most

The deeds and exploits of Dua Singh berkeluarga

Father, Son and Holy Toast

The Beng Huat Case: now this is queer, you see

From the 14th floor, down he came a flyin’

Whether he’s murdered, or simply a suicidee

He’s now in heaven, hell, or somewhere in between

Now as quick as buick comes the Khalsa son

Equipped with evidences that had undergone demolitions

To finger point the gomen he finds so much fun

Truths being the least of his intentions

Miss Pornthip-she’s the one with the spiky ‘do

Came all the way from the Redlight City

From a mere look at a photo or two

“Foulplay!” she concludes conclusively

Now there’s talk about a suicide prose

A note preceding the flying fraca

Written in Cantonese most clear and verbose

The MACC’s Natural Lingua Franca … (not!)

Whether it be genuine whether it be true

Gobind is all set to discredit said letter

Rogue councillors or Underworld’s Ronnie Lieuw

Are all irrelevant, points the Swashbuckler

Now Gobind’s father, the wheelchaired buckaroo

He counsels Anwar in the liwat case

In case you are not up to date in Malaysia’s who’s-who

That’s the politician with the queer sex taste

In all irrelevant manner Karpal had pointed

Saiful didn’t Mandi Wajib after the alleged incident

Smart though he was, he really had alluded

Anwar did sodomize under his own admission

Love-struck attorneys and two-wifed counselors

Became the object of Karpal’s contentions

But won’t you do the same, if, in order to deter

Find that you’ve run out of defensive motions?

Are they smart, are they nincompoops?

That’s the question puzzling analysts

From MC’ed counsels to glitches and bloops

These two use the stupidest strategies

To lead main roles in a courtroom drama

Dua Singh Berkeluarga are sent from heaven

What we get instead, oh holy mama

Are Banghra performances by two comedians

And thus boys and girls, it is imminent

That in this troubling times and age

Should you want some poetic soothing liniment

Drop by once a while in Leman Pulut’s page!