The Mumbly Mumbler of Mumbai

 The Mumbly Mumbler of Mumbai

(written in the style of Lewis Carroll)

In the bustling land of Amchi Mumbai,
Lived the Mumbly Mumbler of Bambai.
He strolled through streets with a wobbly gait,
And nibbled pav bhaji off his plate.

When you’ve got a Mumbly Mumbler in Mumbai, 

even Lewis Carroll can’t resist joining the fun!

The trains, they zipped and zoomed with glee,

From Andheri West to the salty sea.
But the Mumbly Mumbler cared not for time—
He was too busy making words rhyme!

"Chhatrapati Shivaji Term... Chal Phat!
I think I’ll just call it Bhau Ji Ka Kit-Kat!"
He danced with dabbawalas, two at a time,
And ordered his lunch via pantomime.

He rode a BEST bus—oh, what a thrill!
Dodging potholes like a seasoned swill.
With a cap worn askew and a grin quite absurd,
He whispered to crows, "Mum, bhai, ’s the word!"

"Oh dear!" he cried, "what a wonderful city, 

Where vada pav's small, but the people quite witty!"

          From bustling bazaars to the sea's embrace,

          Mumbai’s got jugaad in every little space!" 

The rains would come in torrents wild,
And yet he danced like a careless child.
With an umbrella, no bigger than a spoon,
He’d tip his hat and woo the monsoon.

At the Gateway, he met a salty crab,
Who offered him pav and a tiny kebab.
“Ho ho!” said the Mumbler, “What’s this delight?
A snack by the sea in the dead of night!”

And off he went, with a twirl and a leap,
Through the city that never dares to sleep.
From Juhu to Colaba, he'd laugh and play,
For the Mumbly Mumbler adored Bombay.