Tom Yum Goong, you culinary conundrum,
fiery, comforting, humble, gorgeous,
fiery, comforting, humble, gorgeous,
you are my new best friend.
My taste buds may be unsure whether you are a treat or a torture device
what with my blazing tongue, watering eyes, running nose
and my general incapacitation as I slurp you down.
Still,
what with my blazing tongue, watering eyes, running nose
and my general incapacitation as I slurp you down.
Still,
my soul craves your complexity.
your spicy swirls, your tendrils green.
The bits and bobs that make you whole,
make you greater than the sum of your strange parts.
Streetside or high-so / AM or PM / starving or peckish...
you hit the spot
every
single
time
.
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