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Ode to a Patty
TAMARA SCOTT-WILLIAMS
Sunday, April 01, 2012
My dearest friend Patty, oh how can it be,
That you're not number one, instead, number three?
1/1
A most portable food treat they say that you are;
Yet two patties beat you and they come from far.
One Indian Kolkata: stuffed with spice, meat and eggs
One UK pasty, a rutabaga definition it begs
Their ingredients so complicated, all that and more
And they beat you, dear Patty? So simple and pure?
Oh yes, you are basic, but why can't they see?
That there isn't a meal more perfect than thee?
One chicken, one soy, one lobster, one cheese
One callaloo, one veggie-loo, one power patty please.
Your crust is so flaky, so deliciously light
Beneath it, hot and spicy, in every searing bite.
Forget not your friend, cocoa bread for mince loose
And please don't forget to add your favourite box juice.
For less than Joshua and less than a Nanny too
Nourishment can be had for a bills or few
For you we walk foot and come, or Range in and drive
My dear, dear Patty is friend to everyone alive.
Remember Bruce's and Pek's and Patty Palace, eeeh?
Or Tastee, Juicy and Mothers' -- our modern-day three.
We buy them, we eat them, we send them overseas
And they say you're only third? I beg of you, please.
Nothing more than our idea, as usual gone abroad
And they call it their own, well, we say it's fraud.
For no matter what we do, be it run, sing or crime spree
We are always number one, not two, never three.
So in this 50th year, yes they honour you so,
But we still have time, Patty, to tell them how it go
Tell the world that we're number one. Tell the world, from me
When it come to a Patty, nobody should beat we.
scowicomm@gmail.com
Read more: http://www.jamaicaobserver.com/colum...#ixzz1qo0YUBu6
TAMARA SCOTT-WILLIAMS
Sunday, April 01, 2012
My dearest friend Patty, oh how can it be,
That you're not number one, instead, number three?
1/1
A most portable food treat they say that you are;
Yet two patties beat you and they come from far.
One Indian Kolkata: stuffed with spice, meat and eggs
One UK pasty, a rutabaga definition it begs
Their ingredients so complicated, all that and more
And they beat you, dear Patty? So simple and pure?
Oh yes, you are basic, but why can't they see?
That there isn't a meal more perfect than thee?
One chicken, one soy, one lobster, one cheese
One callaloo, one veggie-loo, one power patty please.
Your crust is so flaky, so deliciously light
Beneath it, hot and spicy, in every searing bite.
Forget not your friend, cocoa bread for mince loose
And please don't forget to add your favourite box juice.
For less than Joshua and less than a Nanny too
Nourishment can be had for a bills or few
For you we walk foot and come, or Range in and drive
My dear, dear Patty is friend to everyone alive.
Remember Bruce's and Pek's and Patty Palace, eeeh?
Or Tastee, Juicy and Mothers' -- our modern-day three.
We buy them, we eat them, we send them overseas
And they say you're only third? I beg of you, please.
Nothing more than our idea, as usual gone abroad
And they call it their own, well, we say it's fraud.
For no matter what we do, be it run, sing or crime spree
We are always number one, not two, never three.
So in this 50th year, yes they honour you so,
But we still have time, Patty, to tell them how it go
Tell the world that we're number one. Tell the world, from me
When it come to a Patty, nobody should beat we.
scowicomm@gmail.com
Read more: http://www.jamaicaobserver.com/colum...#ixzz1qo0YUBu6
