There was this engineer from Bangalore,
Who was afraid he was such a bore,
He spoke either of software,
Or of computer hardware,
And people just headed for the door.
'Twas on the bus from Tirunelvail,
I met a lass, petite and frail,
She flashed me a smile,
And with very smooth guile,
Took the last seat, left me holding the rail
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