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THE CURRIERS

First time on my roof,
Hidden from others view.
I made Madras curry,
It was all that I could do.

Then decided to make a Balti,
Knew if I got caught,
They'd take me Away In handcuffs,
For being a little naughty.

With the money coming in,
Decided to hire big ron. Short term.
To help me with the poppadoms,
The jalapenos had there own crew.
Big ron got them all together and flushed
them down, The vindaloo.

When I was caught by Rogan Josh,
He sent jalfrezi after me.
One of his elite,
So I switched to sweet and sour,
Because I couldn't take the heat.

As for my rooftop cooking,
I had to close it down.
Even though I liked the view,
For if I got caught with a biryani,
I could end up in a stew.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley