Monday, March 12, 2007

Ode to THE Kebab

You're bad,
You're bad,
And I'm so glad.

So simple,
so wrong.
I can't help myself.
I join the throng.

Meat wrapped in bread,
With a kick or without,
Tell the man what you want,
Within minutes, open mouth.

First bite,
You heart will stop.
And then cry,
And then laugh,
Like it was meant to laugh.

Cous cous,
will pass.

But THE kebab,
rules them all.
Wrapped tightly,
Fries a-mixed,
Beef or chicken,
Who really knows?

Sweaty, maybe.
The baby emerges
From its depths,
Craves the mayo.

Kebab, I love you.
You break the mould,
Of spaghetti and ragu,
But your bad.

You're bad,
You're bad,
And I'm so glad.


Anonymous said...

My husband will greatly appreciate this little ditty... I must forward it on to him! :-)

Sheyennew said...

oops, that was me who just posted that, but it said anonymous...

the don said...

oh, praise jesus!

Brian said...

I didn't think it was possible for me to miss Ancona any more. And then you write the prettiest poem I have ever read.

Anonymous said...

i had a "kebab" in north africa. i even got the fries on it. and it wasnt that bad. in fact pretty tasty. it wasnt drenched in mayo tho, so that could have helped. haha. maybe the first nite that our team gets there this summer we can have kebabs. :)

Anonymous said...

Is the Kebab the same thing as a 'schwarma' in N. Africa? They said they were, but it was kinda like a flat bread sandwich. It was OK,...

Anonymous said...

wow...that's serious devotion jason...