The Wok - Poem by Scott Mcdonald
Into the Wok I drive tonight
Down into the heart of the balmy city
As I drive a voice comes on the radio and says:
'The Wok has been crowned food capital of the North Coast'
Afterwards, I reflect on what the radio announcer said
I have just finished a meal of snapper and prawns
I resolve that the Wok should be crowned 'food paradise'
That should become law
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