APARTMENTWe're repairing the back Apartment to re-rent, But Topol, our carpenter, Was away all weekend. Today he explained How he had to go visit His grandfather In Massachusetts, 99 And a half, but lying In bed for three days, And taking no liquid Or food. So Topol Brought him thoseProtein energy drinks, And got him to swallow A few sips. He recognizedTopol with no problem, So to stir and cheer him up, He said to him, "Zaydeh, Sing us a song!" and prone As a poplar tree, stillLying in bed, the old manCroaked, "Let me callYou Sweetheart!" and Somehow my wife Knew this was exactly The song the old man Would sing, and I Wasn't so surprised Either, except at myself.
Those protein drinks are disgusting--still, I recognize that Topol did the right thing here.
DESTINY’S HENI broke my own iron rule:Don't go out for a mealLike a fool. “Oi, Topol,You ordered what?” CuisineSiamese. As if a chickenThat sits on its nest,The Siamese prepare Their food where they rest, Then consume the hen:Pad Thai, the national dish.All I night I revolvedIts wretched, unrelenting Aftertaste’s identity, thenAt dawn, eureka: boiled Feathers, stock reservedFor the awful noodles,Rancid gravy and sprouts.But how did I know? The truth of our miseryLurks in those celestialEggs, the stars. The skyIs destiny’s hen, alwaysHatching new plans,Whether it’s blue or paleOr rainbow baboon,And for which we are notTo blame, according toShakespeare and Plato:We are born knowingEverything. LoveIs our chance to forget.
Siamese food? Are you from the past? Anyway, if you're looking for a friend to hate Pad Thai with you, CONTINUE YOUR SEARCH. Pad Thai is delicious.P.S. Elegant Choice was born in Bangkok. Suck on it!
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