The aroma assaults me
The heat is intense
Choking on chillis
To me, makes no sense
But here is all life
And all life is here
The noodles, the men, the women, the beer
The vendor surveys me
Her stare is intense
She throws in more chillis
She can't comprehend
A farang in her shop?
It doesn't make sense
But why complain
If he's willing to spend?
I survey the menu
But 'Mai kow jai'
Totally pointless
It's all written in Thai
Bloody foreigners!
But why complain?
She sells noodles, all different,
But somehow, the same
Kind of like pasta
But with twigs and sticks
Simmered in water
Dredged from a ditch
Pungent and pasty
A funny shade of grey
Nowhere near tasty
I push them away
My 'love affair' with noodles
Is definitely off
Slurping like a pig
With its head in a trough
Kob khun, krap! Here's 10 Baht, krap
Sorry, I never give tips
In the future I'll stick
To me burger and chips.
Woods 2009
