Over at the corner
Stands the man
Slaving over hot coals.
With sweaty brows
He fans the embers
To an almost roaring blaze,
Ready for the bamboo skewers
Laden with slivers of pork
Or coagulated pork blood
Or pork intestines.
There would be chicken too
And chicken feet or head.
And the man's patrons
Enticed by the aroma-filled smoke
Flock the small cart
Oblivious to the smog and dust
Of the busy street.
------- Author's Notes -------
BBQ stands for barbecue. Filipinos have a penchant for shortening words...and eating all kinds of food!
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, August 3 2004, 04:51 am|
i have many Felipino friends that are nurses in the hospital and i also happen to have a few nieces and nephews in hawaii that have flip blood in them.. 'aye i have learned one thing i have never known/met a filipino whom never brings enough food for the gang...i missed out on a great Bar-B-Q bash this weekend at one of the R.N's home that included many eligible felipino bachelors..my loss.. i heard a couple were over 5'8" thanx for sharin'
|Meridian (188.8.131.52) -- Tuesday, August 3 2004, 03:41 pm|
Am I starving! You made my mouth water! Very good topic to write on! Very good! Enjoy your food! Great read! Smiles, -Meri
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