Ode to the Indian food I ate an an Irish pub: Naan Sequitur

Lest we forget our dusk endeavors,

The curry slop our gut dissevers,

Blended herbs and cockney wit,

Honored by this knock kneed shit,

Wafting, waving, whiffs of woes

Aromas airing around your nose,

Fetid feces’ fleeting fall,

Commences Curry’s curtain call.

Tzatziki’s story not unheard,

The tale of curry told in turd.

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I didn’t know shit could smell like this. It’s a naan issue.