Hot, busy and full of traffic, if there’s anything I need, you have it,
Fruit of all shapes and sizes with sticks of meat nestled beside it,
Chai Yen is oh so yummy and for fifty cents it’s in my tummy,
Makeup, hats and belts galore walking here is never a bore,
People shopping everywhere, I don’t even have time to stare,
Stop for a snack and watch the madness the truth is it’s just plain fabulous,
The noise is overwhelming, the smells can be heady, when I step on you I better be ready,
From kittens to toys to sad dolls that cry, I’m tempted by all, I’m not going to lie,
At night there are cockroaches, rats and more and the heat hits you as you step out the door,
A man holding a balloon selling pens, I give him a dollar and end up with ten,
So here is my ode to the streets of Bangkok, where I’ll always be up for just one more block!
YUMMMMMMM! Chai Yen!! Have a few for me 🙂
This poem is a masterpiece. I’m sending it to Tom.