Oh Holy Holi!
Blue On face On a race To catch the best with steps without retrace. Angry though with smiles they protest- With nerdiest of grins, we have them arrest. Smeared them faces with hands, the powdered beryl hue. Perverts fill their minds with thoughts to molest- Filthy hands groping for their breast. Not I, I'm not Scapegrace- Nor breast obsessed. Shirts displace, Disgrace!! True!!