Salt & Pepper? Tempura Fried?

Salt & Pepper? Tempura Fried?

A Poem by HB

Little bitty, battered bodies,
all broken and beat up.
Slathered in a spicy soy sauce,
tiny shrimplings I eat up.

Fast and fresh and greasy too,
fried and hot and sticky!
They take three minutes just to make,
till I crunch them little bitty!


Oct 7, 2010

© 2011 HB


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