Long Vindaloo Poems

[Just a little note to help maintain the peace on Soup.          
To cause no animosity among our friendly group
I myself am partial to some tasty asian...

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by...

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Fire's Out

Walking through the woods one day
I met a dragon in dismay
I didn't know that they could talk
So thought I'd carry on my walk

But as I passed I heard a hiss
A voice that said I'll...

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This the story of Gustybot Melly
His really small nose and his very large belly
He'd finished the biscuits, the cake and the jelly
And munched all the crisps like the ones on the telly

And when he was...

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TURK TATIL MIZAH 





FOREST GUMP

Did you hear about old Forest Gump
Went up to do a parachute jump
Gave the rip cord a jerk
Found out it didn't work
Hit the ground with one hell of a thump...

JED

In the...

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Leap off a Day

Leap off a day full of struggle and toil. 
Pleasure-power fuels freedom's few precious  
hours. Head for the cellar where solace is
found. Shoulder a way through the jostling crowd.
 
The thicket...

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this is my England...
fish and chips
(with curry sauce)
pizza, lasagne
and, of course -
Chicken Tikka Masala
with poppadums, pickles
or a beef vindaloo
to open your ventricles.

this is my England...
hot buttered toast
or jam on crumpets
homemade roast dinner
(go blow your own...

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Midnight plus fifteen, the streets come alive,
Spilling tattooed mobs, teeming motion-blurred
From the bars, karate and kung-fu moves in car parks
And upon telephone kiosk phone books.

Kebabs stinking of extra onion, chilli and garlic sauce,
Soaking up beer...

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Sometimes Dizzy feels kinda yearning in his heart. It's okay for him. Men like Dizzy are well acquainted with yearning. Sitting in the kitchen, scratching the head, drinking, drowning one cigarette after another in leftover...

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Marmite, was somebody having a joke
And hot vindaloo is a pig in a poke
And serve me up soup that is runny and thin
It’s soup down the sink and the tin in the bin

I kinda like...

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Your stand with your hand on your hip
I must presume, I will not get a tip
Yes, the soup is cold I know 
But Gazpacho is meant to be so
The reason the curry is not “hot”
The...

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We English men are disciplined from birth
Our poker face with upper lips are stiff
We need not hug nor kiss to know our worth
God save the queen will often give us lift

Curries with chips, that is...

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I’M JUST SO PASSIVE

Trolling all the restaurants and the takeaways on the high street
Whiffing all the smells of the cooking, but: never stopping to eat

Then it is off down to the local pub, to whiff...

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THE ERRAND BOY

I'd love to wake up in an early morn 
Out just to witness the dew.
Even in the sun,I'll prefer plucking a corn.
Errandery,oh! It drives all joy away.
Even in its minutae ,I'll rather die...

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