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I Wish I Was a Bangladeshi Chef
I am handed a bottle of wine
I am told it's French and then, well, that's it
I offer my son another mint
He'll one day discover mint sauce
I'm drinking yoghurt out of a glass
I'm annoyed at the hotel buffet
The fried eggs have all gone
The chef can't keep up
I offer my services behind the counter
I hear the waiter changing his accent with different customers (again)
Love waffles
A bowl of stupid
Liquid breakfast
Eat my shorts
But there was man
Who wanted a statue of himself
In his hometown
On horseback
In the nude
Name a bus shelter after me
Copyright ©
Christopher Allen
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