The Fizzle

Mahomed Akbar Murid Puri,
   Coming down from Khyber hills,
Brings a tale of Afghan fury
   Which should beat all movie thrills,
For the goings on are lurid,
Says Mahomed Akbar Murid.

Habibulla, Amanullah,
   Each a fierce and fearless bloke,
Each a gentleman of "cullah,"
   Claims to rule the Afghan folk,
And Mahomed says the fighting
Is exceedingly exciting.

Bacho Saguo, sanguinary,
   Trusts alone to Syed Hussain.
For their attitude is airy.
   In Kabul when men are slain
They dispense with judge and jury,
Says Mahomed A. M. Puri.

This is all.  For Mr. Puri
   Tells no more.  The tale is brief,
Tho' for these few facts he's sure he
   Ought at least to win belief.
For the meagre facts to learn he
Risked a most exciting journey.

Mr. Puri, 'spite his daring,
   Has no special flair for news,
And of detail he is sparing,
   Which the press cannot excuse.
So, amid the "sub's" wild fury,
Exit Akbar Murid Puri.