Limericks Poem: the little genius

Once upon a time in a land far far away,
was a village where twins Chinki and Minki used to play.
Chinki was smart, Chinki studied well.
Minki was brave, and Minki learned well.
Chinki is a genius her father used to say.

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Sid
P.s. I don't need weapon, I have a sharp tongue.

But you are an Indian...

Hen:"You don't eat with your hands?"
Me: "No..." getting busy with my food using spoon and fork.
Hen: "But you are an Indian, why don't you eat with your hands?"
Me: "What?"
Hen: "Oh c'mon its obvious, I know you Indians eat food with your own hands chicken curry tikka masala."

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