In that little shop behind the street,
There is someone wonderful to meet,
And the things he makes; Oh, by God!
Definitely better than rice and sod.
Also called the food of nawabs,
The common name for them is kebabs,
Available in fish, chicken, and mutton,
Eating them, I once burst my button!
They really are very very tasty,
Way better than strawberry pastry,
But you better not be hasty,
Or it's as good as pastry!
Everyone loves them, including my dog Terry,
But if you eat, prepare to get messy!
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