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Poetwheel Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 208Canada |
This could not be true...or more appropriate right now. Know that someone suffers while you read this. Oh, and of course....it is to the music OF... "The Gambler" By dear old Kenny. My Dinner with Agony ------------------------------- On a warm summers evening, by the place they brew the Molson hooked up with Duleepa, my friend from overseas. We took turns a munching, on the curry he'd been making, pretended I was doing fine, but I began to wheeze. He said "Man you better watch it, for you white folks got no palette, for that really firey hot stuff, that I mixed in with the beef." I said, "Save it for the girlfiend, She can eat the salad," It was getting hard to talk though, through my melting teeth. So he handed me the Sombala, and stuff called King Prawn Masala, the he passed the Pari-Pu, and I didn't put up no fight. And the room got dark and fuzzy, and my bowels started rumbling, He said "You can't eat the Vindaloo, because you are white." You got to know when to leave it, know when to heave it, know when the toilet's close, and know when to run, you never drink any water, when your eating Mama's hot stuff, it'll only make it hurt more, and boy it won't be fun. Now most you folks be knowin, us Canadians eat real simple, mostly beer and lobster, and we'll make do with just beer, So a rule that we can live by, is "If we can't even say it, maybe best to walk away, and fess-up to the fear." So he lauged and made some faces, and he dove back to his dinner, someone performed CPR, but it was much to late for me. So the moral I'm a sayin, is if a man is from Sri Lanka better skip his Mamas cookin, and stick with KD! You got to know when to leave it, know when to heave it, know when the toilet's close, and know when to run, When it even makes the cat cry, and the fly's won't even touch it, then trust it's too damn hot, and boy you don't want NONE. You got to know when to leave it, know when to heave it, know when the toilet's close, and know when to run, Better stick to the burgers, 'cause even Old Macdonalds, though it's made of mostly garbage, won't destroy your bum. You got to know when to leave it, know when to heave it, know when the toilet's close, and know when to run, So now I am a dying, and my lady she's a crying, when a Sri Lankan makes a challenge, better let him have that one. ------------------ Poetic Wheelbarrow Click here to visit our web site. ICQ: 44370408 [This message has been edited by Poetwheel (edited 08-08-99).] |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Hot foods don't make me cry but your poetry does......with laughter. Thanks, wheel. |
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Poetwheel Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 208Canada |
Thanks Balladeer! Actually East Indian cuisine is my favorite, but there comes a time when you must question if people were ever actually meant to eat chicken dishes that clear your sinuses. I will be reduced to a diet of nothing more volatile than oatmeal and gatorade for at least a week. You praise helps. Now pass the Maalox. PW ------------------ Poetic Wheelbarrow http://www.stormloader.com/poetwheel/den.html ICQ: 44370408 |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Spicy food and good poetry... love 'em both! *G* Thanks for the grins! |
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