a poem about curry - spicy
 

Kendra v a hot Currie 25.11.14

on the stand by was water
unfortunately no poppadom
but this curry did slaughter
no mild or medium it was no norm.
Kendra did turn
she got on her high horse
unaware this currie would burn
maybe naive to our parliamentary sauce.
straight away lowered her battle
by using fowl words was no spice
in the Currie it did not spill or rattle
Edwina stayed calm and cool and as bland as plain rice.
trying to add some chili
Kendra would not seal the can
maybe she should stick to eating wrinkled old Willie
her weight input was as helpful as the stodge in a Nan.
getting louder and high pitched
the aggression and frustration
the mango chutney was ditched
which proves the Currie has a world class education.
Kendra failed and was in a rut
her head had no tickle
she was no Gujarati cabbage with potato and coconut
all fired up like a Indian Lamb with spiced pumpkin pickle.
cards on the table
in no desperation or hurry
to use her mouth she is well able
and the winner of the row is the Currie.

Very good indeed
You're a poet
& I didn't know it!
Well done the hogster!

for once i am not in the brown
i have had approval from the clown.
are you a new member
or are you a fly by and will be gone by december.
i have seen your post
and it made me tingle like seeing ghost.
stick around and add your scent
because unlike my poems yours do not demean t.

Wow Waterhog - brilliant - you're going to end up as Tibb's official Poet Laureate at this rate. :joker:

kirk you really do make me

smirk. xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Waterhog is so fine
You use all the best line (s)

coco to get you on board you need flattery
but your last point is low on battery.

Low on battery AA or do I mean AAA?
Lol!

:joker:


And after her red-hot row with Edwina Currie
Kendra ran towards the camp toilet in a great hurry
Mel shouted: "Kendra! Come back! Where you running to?"
Kendra said: "I've had too much Currie, gotta Vindaloo"

:joker: Keep the faith Waterhog. Keep 'em coming.

kirk - this is no GM thread - leave him out of this. as for the clown maybe AAAAAAA



really like the fact edwina choose not to row and said i will pick my battles.

Edwina, Edwina - do try to be meaner
Tell Kendra (half Kenneth half Sandra)
To go sling her hook, get a brain - learn to cook
And show her you're wiser and grander
Than the twit who lives life - though she's mother and wife
Through a lens where she's always on screen
Where the style of her hair or the clothes she should wear
Are of interest when making a scene
We frankly don't care what you say, think or wear
So send her back home Dear Ms Currie
We've all had enough of her petulant stuff
So just get her out - in a hurry...

That's it!!!!
I resign to many poets now!
I'll go back to amusing myself at the expense of the 'cekebs' in there. :)