Pechonney baash

Clad in a simple saree,
Brandishing her humble iPhone,
Cheap slippers, cheaper morals,
She thundered on the microphone,
"Pechonney baash", she growled,
And arses around her smiled,
Their glee hiding the agony of,
Those moments theirs were defiled,
The happiest was a quiz master,
"Who is next? ", he wondered,
Till his eyes met those of her,
Once again he meekly surrendered,
Off he went to prepare debates,
To put his hypocrisy to test,
While in a corner stood a bamboo,
Admiring his posterior best.