"tikka" poems - Hello Poetry

Last night I had an Indian, And today I have the runs, It struck me in an instant, Now unable to sit on my buns I told them I want a dopiaza, With some chicken tikka on the side, Now my pants are brown and moist, From society I'll have to hide I'm stranded inside my bathroom, Fearing even the shortest walk, Knowing if I pass a person outside, About my stench they'll start to talk I advise you stay clear of this cuisine, For the sake of all your hineys, I know that next time I venture out, I'll be opting for a Chinese.

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Oct 28, 2014

Oct 28, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC

Tangy85

Forever Running

Last night I had an Indian, And today I have the runs, It struck me in an instant, Now unable to sit on my buns I told them I want a dopiaza, With some chicken tikka on the side, Now my pants are brown and moist, From society I'll have to hide I'm stranded inside my bathroom, Fearing even the shortest walk, Knowing if I pass a person outside, About my stench they'll start to talk I advise you stay clear of this cuisine, For the sake of all your hineys, I know that next time I venture out, I'll be opting for a Chinese.

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Shivering against the cold Fresh hair cut and she is old- er Wire fox terrier off white plays hard and treats her toys light- ly curly lamb to sleek slim cut demands attention, no if, and or, but "Pretty me pretty me pet me keep me warm" She is more than just a pretty face, not a farm- dog Curled up close against my leg to ward off the cool chill tonight She is a companion dog and all her challenges are now my delight.

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Mar 14, 2015

Mar 14, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC

darrell-wade-elverum

Spa Day for Tikka

Shivering against the cold Fresh hair cut and she is old- er Wire fox terrier off white plays hard and treats her toys light- ly curly lamb to sleek slim cut demands attention, no if, and or, but "Pretty me pretty me pet me keep me warm" She is more than just a pretty face, not a farm- dog Curled up close against my leg to ward off the cool chill tonight She is a companion dog and all her challenges are now my delight.

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Sailing away on a luxury liner Packing your bags and eloping to China Building a castle and digging a moat These are all things you can't do with a goat Any assortment of wrapping and bagging Over the fireplace or under the lagging In your pyjamas, in Tupperware boxes These are all places that irritate foxes An onion, a carrot, a plantain or mango A tikka kebab and a bottle of tango A handful of pencils, a flaming baton These are all things that won't fit in a swan Pet shops and grocers and stationary suppliers Takeaways, rivers and all kinds of fires P&O; cruises, kebab shops, IKEA These are all places I'm not allowed near... **

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC

ben-jones

A Public Safety Announcement

Sailing away on a luxury liner Packing your bags and eloping to China Building a castle and digging a moat These are all things you can't do with a goat Any assortment of wrapping and bagging Over the fireplace or under the lagging In your pyjamas, in Tupperware boxes These are all places that irritate foxes An onion, a carrot, a plantain or mango A tikka kebab and a bottle of tango A handful of pencils, a flaming baton These are all things that won't fit in a swan Pet shops and grocers and stationary suppliers Takeaways, rivers and all kinds of fires P&O; cruises, kebab shops, IKEA These are all places I'm not allowed near... **

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It’s Tuesday again—not a clue what the date is. It’s Tuesday. A tikka curry is simmering on the stove. There’s no wine in my paper cup (I used it in the food). A refill it is, then— not too much— leave some for the guest; nobody likes a drunken host. I set the table: two spoons (my guest insists), two bowls (he’s messy), a roll of toilet paper (he’s got style). The elevator doors open— I know this because they make an annoying choo-eet, choo-eet sound, and I’ve been living in this ******** apartment for longer than I can remember. Footsteps echo through the corridor— Oh, I’m so excited when he visits! Even the little cows on the kitchen curtains are smiling. Hope he enjoys the curry. The doorbell rings twice – such an impatient little man, but I do so enjoy his company. I open the door and give him a hug; he whispers in my ear, Good evening, me.

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Feb 12, 2011

Feb 12, 2011 at 1:31 AM UTC

ramonez-ramirez

Diary Entry of a Madman, Blown in by the Wind

It’s Tuesday again—not a clue what the date is. It’s Tuesday. A tikka curry is simmering on the stove. There’s no wine in my paper cup (I used it in the food). A refill it is, then— not too much— leave some for the guest; nobody likes a drunken host. I set the table: two spoons (my guest insists), two bowls (he’s messy), a roll of toilet paper (he’s got style). The elevator doors open— I know this because they make an annoying choo-eet, choo-eet sound, and I’ve been living in this ******** apartment for longer than I can remember. Footsteps echo through the corridor— Oh, I’m so excited when he visits! Even the little cows on the kitchen curtains are smiling. Hope he enjoys the curry. The doorbell rings twice – such an impatient little man, but I do so enjoy his company. I open the door and give him a hug; he whispers in my ear, Good evening, me.

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The God People are at the door loaded off of trucks where they slept under tarps Kids, no I know she looks like Madison's mom but she's a God Person now. God People are at the door having just walked through the spiritual car wash, and they're coming for you, Barbara. They want to eat you and leave no tip. God People are at the door. Bobby quick go wake up daddy and tell him to bring the Tikka.

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Sep 26, 2025

Sep 26, 2025 at 5:15 AM UTC

ShayCaroline

The God People

The God People are at the door loaded off of trucks where they slept under tarps Kids, no I know she looks like Madison's mom but she's a God Person now. God People are at the door having just walked through the spiritual car wash, and they're coming for you, Barbara. They want to eat you and leave no tip. God People are at the door. Bobby quick go wake up daddy and tell him to bring the Tikka.

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