A PEKING SPICE ODDITY
(To some he may have been a creative genius: to me, though, he was just the bloke that stole my piece of lyrical artwork)
Pancake rolls for Table 1
I know they ordered duck but it’s all gone
If they ask you say the soup is just Won-Ton;
Don’t tell them where I get the chicken from
Who’d they think I am? that twat Ken Hom?
And tell them not to slop; that table cloth’s clean on!
I know those prawns have swum a thousand miles
So they’re really second grade
And the beef’s as tough as any boots you’d wear;
Just take their debit card: you think I care?
So? all the meals are from a tin can
Round a pan they’ve just been swirled;
The chow mein tastes like dung
So too the egg foo yung;
Pancake rolls for Table 2
Because we’re out of prawn cashew
Why should I care if they say it tastes like glue?