in Shambala we call it rendang

There was a man who works as a chef at the BBC
When confronted with a rendang he was all at sea
Very much to his chagrin
The chook had no crispy skin
But forgive his silly tastes, he wanted rendang KFC


There was another man who wished us all 'namaste'
Thinking that'd be good as we have come a long way
His geography stops at India
Or in a London Bombay cafeteria
But he didn't realise his nonsense f**ked up our day

Wakakaka again

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