Oh king of flour mountain!
Mighty in thy throne
Drenched in greasy saturated fat,
Your glory is reknown.
Lord of the breakfast table,
With your prince dark Kopi-O
of your fluffy emotions,
We the people of Singapore know.
Your birth in a turbulent uprising,
Tossed by the hands of fate,
Yet skilled the hands they are,
For your ancestral emperors
did they make.
Thy romance nay't be a secret,
With the savoury tanned curry
,A match made in heaven,
A marriage in a hurry.
And now glorious conquerer,
Prepare for the end
A rumbling deep within
Will signal the piercing,then the rend.
Yet phoenix like,
Thy nature is,with only a measely dollar
I raise my hand,
and one more time,
Pay fate to resume order
-Me
Hehe, who doesn't love prata? It's a type of indian bread thing, for those of you whom do not know, and have not lived, not tasting the full fathom of its dimensional goodness.Yeah....
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