Spice Girl by Joseph D’Lacey
It was all champagne and laughter,
Real love, real ales and beers.
By morning all the fizz went flat,
I’d seen the curry in your ears.
You’d hid it well the night before
Beneath your flowing silken locks
But you’ve got lughole biriyani
And some chutney in your socks.
There’s passanda in your pockets
And chapatis in your pants.
The vindaloo that’s in the loo
May spoil this new romance.
When I saw you in that beer tent,
I never thought to worry
That you’d stuff naan bread up your nose
And plug your ears with curry.
There’s bhoona in your brassiere,
Tandoori ‘twixt your toes.
Where you keep your hot Madras
Shiva only knows.
You truly are a spicy lass
That could be my good luck.
Let’s go share a takeaway
And then a nice hot Bombay duck.