Looking ahead.
Where it's from. I like the ones from India
With fish or chicken or no meat. I like
Those Pakistanis make with cubes of beef,
More often, lamb, and those from Thailand,
Of three colors, sweet with coconut and shrimp.
I'll even eat the Japanese with carrots, tuna, sticky
Rice. I want them hot. My head must sweat.
Now, go. Surprise me with a dish which
Fills my gut and thrills my tongue, and bring
A beer to slake my thirst. You'll cheer
This weary man.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-04-15 at 17:28
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Rapture
Yes, I'll have a bowl of curry. No, I don't careWhere it's from. I like the ones from India
With fish or chicken or no meat. I like
Those Pakistanis make with cubes of beef,
More often, lamb, and those from Thailand,
Of three colors, sweet with coconut and shrimp.
I'll even eat the Japanese with carrots, tuna, sticky
Rice. I want them hot. My head must sweat.
Now, go. Surprise me with a dish which
Fills my gut and thrills my tongue, and bring
A beer to slake my thirst. You'll cheer
This weary man.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 44 times
Written on 2020-04-15 at 17:28
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