Oh breaded Wonder in my hand,
What boundless praises you demand.
That I should choose thee from all your peers,
So proudly offered on the menu-board.
Such luscious pearls of lamb-flesh mince,
Whose heady scent is laced with spice.
No dish was served so sensually juicy.
How can I deny your turkish beauty?
A tender bed of thin-sliced lettuce,
Caresses the the lips of your toasted mantel.
I raise you to my fervent lips,
That I might lap at your sauce-blessed petals.
The wanton blush of sweet love-apple,
Whose cooling smoothness caresses my tongue.
That with such daring I should dabble,
Whilst hidden sliced within the heady onion.
I am lost to you without a care,
Nirvana you brought with me to share.
Too late I beg for your graceful pity,
As my teeth dissect a goddam chilli.
Author notes
My national bard, the great Robert Burns, is to whom I dedicate this work. He and the lady whose talented hands caressed the meat-patties fresh this morning.
Written November 30th, 2005
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Im sure Mr Burns would be most proud of this rather witty little ditty!
I was smiling throughout reading this, and the last line had me laughing! If only all kebab lovers could be so eloquent....it would make Friday night's pub kick out time a bit more bareable!
Great piece though, I thought. Very different to most of which I see on here, and I shall watch out for more of your python-esque writings!
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That's awesome. Makes me salivate for a gyro or something similar. You're usage of old english style poetry is commendable--the rhymes, close enough--and your tongue-in-cheek superb. Dig it all around...And, thanks for your comments on "Junkie." Yes, there could be a story there, I just have to figure out the perameters.
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Suffer baby! I had free turkish tea from the samovar too. It tastes just like the stewed brew that my granny in Ayrshire inflicts on the World. Ayrshire being the home of Robert Burns. Be I the (bastard) great-great-great... grandson of the man himself?
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An ode to a kafta kebab...what a hoot!!! Of course...they are delicious, luscious, so downright yummy. Um...if you'll excuse me, I think I have an errand to run. LOL!! This is certainly clever, and beautifully presented. T'would be even better on a roll with yoghurt sauce YUM!!
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You've put a goddam picture up since I was last here, I told you, I've had no lunch. Stop it before I eat my keyboard.
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Including ME!
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Oh, I've had no lunch and you've just made me even hungrier! A good piece with a well implemented ryhming scheme. It's St. Andrews day today, I think barely anyone's noticed...
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My Toronto-born friend responded with a smile and -
'Your a f*cking freak man!'
His nationality might qualify him to know one when he sees one...
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