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The Curry Man From Trinidad

I leave my home in Trinidad And I come to live in America And now I working at Kmart Whole day at a cash register But I do have a lot of problems Every time I get hungry to eat all it has is a bunch of junk food Or bread with some artificial meat So I decide to take all my money And invested it in a food van Is about time I introduce to America The tasty cooking of we Trinidadian And I though for the first few days That business will be real slow Boy, but I was so wrong now I see people line up for so So I open up with trini breakfast Smoke herring with tomato and roti Baggi, Pumpkin, baigan and aloo Fried bodi ,doubles and fever grass tea It’s the first time they tasting Doubles The chutney burning some of them nose One guy look like he from Russia Drop some curry channa on his cloths I get all the recipes from my brother “naz cuisine” The best food in Trinidad’ Some people start complimenting Saying, it’s the best they ever had A white man faced turns red Eating the double with plenty pepper But he says how he likes it It has a very nice flavor And For lunch I roll out the big guns All different kind of talkari Goat, duck chicken and fish Bake and shark, bush up shut and dhalpurrie Two Puerto Rican girls One looks like Mariah Carey They order dhal, rice, and goat meat Saying how they love the curry And every body line up They love the curry real bad And every body talking about the curry the curry man from Trinidad From my stove comes hot roti Tomato choka and fry plantain Since morning people line up Waiting for the Trinidad cooking And now is evening everything sells out I didn’t even keep one roti for me And now I feel real hungry So I guess I will buy a bucket of KFC

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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