The good old Chinese takeaway,
Is such a heavenly British treat.
So varied on what is offered,
To then select and happily eat.
Oh my God! So much to choose,
From a menu that is on line.
To decide on rice or noodles,
For this early evening dine.
Decisions, decisions, decisions,
Chicken, beef, pork or prawn.
Cooked in many countless ways,
Oh God! This will take till dawn.
I'll have that with that and that...
With that! As I order on the phone,
One hour away for home delivery,
As my empty belly so does groan.
One hour that's a famished lifetime!
As the eternal cruel countdown ticks away.
For I simply haven't eaten anything,
My broken oven no more cooks gourmet.
Finally the motherload does arrive,
A delivery man I pay and tip so well.
But I better not get so complacent,
Carried away by its spell and smell.
For tomorrow I'll have to run it off,
And a new more reliable oven to buy.
For the lure of tempting takeaway's,
Will make a trim waistline sadly sigh.
Wow, what a fascinating poem. Now, I want that prawn cooked in so many ways! ! We cannot go to Chinese buffet yet. One of these days, I have to satisfy this crave. This poem ignited me to eat...eat....eat.. Liked your final stanza. A great warning to everyone who is lured to order and order food whenever they want.
Typo's amended and the second stanza's second ending of line should be the words on line. It has been amended but it takes a while to register unfortunately.
Great poem Shaun...I ordered a Chinese takeway the other night...spare ribs, chips, egg fried rice and King prawn with green pepper and black bean sauce...delicious. It's a a titillating tastebuds 10 from me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A one of a kind unique poem crafted by a versatile and brilliant mind. Beautifully crafted and well presented. Very entertaining too.Loved reading it. Onto my Poem List.