Jhoota Kunda Ballads: The Ghosts of Cranford Park!
…well our dope-heads with gora love-styles
put Rubs in a huff
like this Dope with his insides too coconut
to know that the stuff
that divided the castes in the bends
was as tight over here,
well he should’ve sussed, most said,
that he mucked with fire
when his sweeper’s paws he amoured
on a shoemaker’s daughter! Some said that’s why Rubs heirarch’d
certain castes that bit lower
because of their gunda behaviours!
So that waif on the next flight
to Punjab got spared from this love
at a selfish first sight!
At a temple then matched with a bendu
alky (who necked
all the dowry dosh in a dash!),
her psyche hell-bent
that she tossed up a rope round a beam,
in a shed some ‘tashed men
got to watch how possessed she’d become
for the crack of her neck!
The elders, I’ve heard, had her coated
in concrete – her statue
was erected to caution those rundies
who’d threaten to abuse
the laws that were cast for their benefit!
Her old man went doolally,
some said, and he blamed it on Dope
(Capri’d with some weed
and a pic of that chick in his palm)
at Cranford Park car park,
her old man with his goondas whose tinder
for fire was our star
Reproduced by kind permissin of the BBC, read by the author for Made in England, 9th October, 2008. Recording and text used by kind permission of Daljit Nagra.