(A diner’s lament)
Excuse me if I be grumpy
‘Cause the throat’s lumpy
Not from events of sadness
It’s Thai meals sullied by blandness!
Locals innocent I remonstrate
Only try to accommodate
Fussy foreigners feigning forays
Couldn’t they simply stay away?
They want authentic in a bubble
Have adventure without the trouble
To travel abroad and not leave home
Don’t want to be in Rome
Some seek yoga and meditation
Take roads of easy station
Pursue massage and trendy attire
While baulking cuisine evoking fire
Others Race jet-skis at breakneck speed
Ride motor-bikes with no heed
Gulp grog buckets, inhale gas and grin
While gastronomically risk-taking’s slim
Many are tattooed or break an arm
Sunbake topless in the gulf of Siam
And love Thais ready to please
Till sight of chilli weakens knees
In distant provinces
This insidious influence has dominances
From Ubon to Trang
I’m served ahan Thai Farang
To cover, I emphasise spicy
When typical that’s dicey
Lulled in false security, I forget
Dished-up plainness to regret
At Krabi taken in jest
Got crabby at lack of zest
Three times I rolled dice
Till finally doled some spice
Oh, Khon Thai help me out
All you need do is add a shout
“You want spicy?” or “Dai pet?”
That’ll go some way to stop the fret
As for Farang on persistent charades
Just stay on the narrow parade
Khao San Road pad Thai
There let your tastebuds lie
Tom yum too hot for the tum?
Noodle soup’ll keep ya tongue mum
Som tum sets your mouth on fire?
Spring rolls can be the aspire
But when ‘spicy’ imprints the menu
Or ‘chilli’ jumps off a page at you
And you want to dumb it down
Rack-off, bugger-off, get outta town
Would you tell the French how to cook?
A Greek fisherman where to look?
Try to lecture Italians on pasta?
That’d have you hightail faster
Coach Japanese on fugu?
You’d have to be cuckoo
Direct Mexicans about taco?
You got to be whacko
You get my drift
Know why I’m miffed
Don’t boss Thais
With First World advise
When further extending the bland
Kindly stick to a familiar brand
Transact with a franchise mould
Dine with herds of Ronald McDonald
And with your Western poison of choice
The Colonel, Burger King or likewise rejoice
Gorge like crazy
And be culturally lazy
‘Cause if you can’t stand the heat
Beat a path of hasty retreat
If you want to stop me bitchin’
Get out of the Thai kitchen!
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