THE BLAME IS IN HIDING

She's probably still tied to her mum's apron, But she definitely needed no chaperon, So to Dubai she went for a competition, With many of her mates from the same institution. She suddenly became a sensation, When behind a hotel door of a foreign nation, She romped, Not with one but with many they bumped. The story was whitewashed as a hype, All over the internet was the tape, Not of a ravished fellow, But of shame with a joyful bellow. She rode like a horse while others were there to cheer, She stroked up and down as if on an armchair, Bad parentage casually strolled each inch of the room, Moral decadence boomed in the gloom refusing to sweep with a broom. Then after, the mother came on air soaked in tears to blame all except self, She dressed like for a funeral flanked by her own set, Her pictures looked solemn but her wears had the hearts of a yippee, She was just the carricature of the way her girl clothed herself as a groupie. Whilst the mother blamed the school, The school in turn called the mother the fool, Meanwhile, the society badmouthed them both, But if at all there is a blame it is to everyone in this boat.