![]() Spicy Love Chilli Hot!A Poem by andrew mitchell![]() My grandparents and my mum were born in India of English descent and make the most delicious curries.![]()
When she said. Tikka my Marsala."
I knew she was Indian. I gave her a pinch of my Vindaloo, hot. She Korma me I gave her Raita then Madras. She then said. "Pappa Dum!" I gave her a Chapati or two!" I said. "Certainly not!" " I'm a Rogan Josh on Beef Rendang!" She said. " Hi! I'm Chicken Tandoori." " Nice to bake you!" Later I gave her one. A Pakora with the lot! She was full after that. We were spicy in love, " Chilli Hot!"
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Added on November 7, 2015Last Updated on November 7, 2015 Author![]() andrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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