Punch me, roll me, throw me up
Stuff me in a pan or shove me in a cup
Put some oil and massage me well
Till am all arouse with my swell
If you tired, put a cloth on me
Don't leave me naked for others to see
Come back soon and satisfy my needs
Others are waiting for their feeds
Oh Yes!!...punch me! punch me again
Pull me apart
Do it from the start
Roll me smooth
Make me feel good
Now you've ignited the flame
Put me up, so I can play my game
Toss me over and grease in the same
Oil me, flavour me
Now let me cool, get off me
Dress me up for others to see
While you let them drool to taste me...
Yours sincerely,
Roti, Paratha, Naan
(Indian flat breads)
©sim
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 8:05 PM UTC
Punch me, roll me, throw me up
Stuff me in a pan or shove me in a cup
Put some oil and massage me well
Till am all arouse with my swell
If you tired, put a cloth on me
Don't leave me naked for others to see
Come back soon and satisfy my needs
Others are waiting for their feeds
Oh Yes!!...punch me! punch me again
Pull me apart
Do it from the start
Roll me smooth
Make me feel good
Now you've ignited the flame
Put me up, so I can play my game
Toss me over and grease in the same
Oil me, flavour me
Now let me cool, get off me
Dress me up for others to see
While you let them drool to taste me...
Yours sincerely,
Roti, Paratha, Naan
(Indian flat breads)
©sim
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