Chapatiwocky

By Peter Cole

'Twas Balti and the Saag Aloo
Did Murgh Makhani Rhogan Josh
All Methi were the Vindaloos
And the Madras Tok Gosht.

Beware the Pathia my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.
Beware the Tandoori and shun
the Chicken Hasnabad.

He took his Handi Prawn in hand,
Long time the Mughlai foe he sought,
So rested he by the Thali tree
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in Pilau Rice he stood
The Pathia with eyes of flame
Came Shashlik through Tandoori Trout
And Rasam as it came.

One, two! One, two! And through and through!
The Sobji Cakes went Chicken Chat.
He left it dead and with its head
He went Pakora back.

And hast thou slain the Pathia?
Come to my arms my Bhaji boy!
Peshwari Naan, kheema, korma
Niramish in his joy.

'Twas Balti and the Saag Aloo
Did Murgh Makhani Rhogan Josh
All Methi were the Vindaloos
And the Madras Tok Gosht.