Chow
My name is Minh Chow.
I live by the docks in Macau.
My establishment Chow's Chow
floats on an ancient dhow.
I do not serve cow.
But I do serve the rat,
ratty, tat tat, lickety-split.
I have the chickie flied lice.
It is oh, oh, so velly nice.
We have the pressed duck,
run over yesterday fresh truck.
Sweet-and-sour pork,
must eat with chopstick,
we have no fork.
Thousand year old egg,
dog found yesterday,
in city dump, he gag.
Very tasty but not cheap.
And my special Chow's chow mein,
muchy better my Chow's chop suey.
Likey much better my cousin, Huey.
Served up in hurry, lickety-split.
If you no likey, you go take a shit.
With two, you get egg roan.
As the Italians say, leaving the boat,
"Ciao, Chow's Chow."
Copyright 2017 © Ronald W. Hull
11/30/17
Read this poem at my website here.
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Please click the "larger view" of the restaurant boat and notice how I changed its name to fit the poem. Still have a little artist in me yet, thanks to software like Graphic (for the Mac).
Ron
Love ya!
Jane