Poem to be sung to the tune of "Oh Mr. Porter".

Oh Mr.Gupta, what shall we do.
I ordered Beef Madras, you served me Vindaloo.
I also ordered Pilau but you served me plain.
Oh Mr. Gupta I shall not eat here again.

Oh Mr. John, what can I say.
Your waiter is my sister`s boy, just shipped in from Bombay.
He was raised in Delhi, his English is no good.
Is it any wonder that he buggered up your food!.