Big brains and bigger calves.
It's like how they always say:
you have to be bullish,
you have to be suave.
You have to get a little
skin in the game.
You have to be gracious
even if you're gay.
So okay, so gay.
Prumiru, unchinyu di cheru di mar:
sertu kung salgadu,
ngua tempra uniku
memang nenang prubah.
Then put in a lot of skin.
Quite some meat.
A little bit of vegetable
and probably way too much cream.
Tizala mutu tantu keninu;
desah fugang teng forsa,
to really capture the heat.
Nang skiseh:
you'll have to turn me over.
Gotta rinse and repeat.
And so you'll need to look closely:
the texture must be absolutely neat.
Serve at teatime?
Pun podih, mas impoku sedu;
this should be well-done,
Should be tender and tasteful.
So maybe dinner then.
(A little less waste too.)
Serve hot.
Serve warm.
Run me down rich with flavour;
swim me in golden, heady spice.
Maybe just a bit of olive oil.
You really want to feel the earthiness,
the strength of the redolent soil
in which this has all grown,
presta kung forsa kung duru.
Na teprensa olotu chomah kung yo scrawny;
agora nadi parah igual bontadi di korpu.
Dah rekadu kung bontadi;
dah rostu kung kuzinyeru.
Ki bos kereh kumih —
aza, brasu, ku ke petu?
It's a four-course meal.
A Merlionsperson made of Kevlarised steel:
brains, brawn, beauty and oh so much appeal.
And (I quote quite satisfied patrons) an excellent butt,
and some of the nicest forearms known yet to man.
Korpu, mulera, korsang kung alma;
I'm not really sure if this was the plan
but it is what it is.
I am what I am
whether immolated in fire or psychoemotional frying pan.
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