Below Belief

The music was low. The lights were dim
I called to the waiter. He came right away
I said “Look, I worry about trying your curry.
Will this dish be at all hot, would you say?”
“Let me be your advisor,” said the waiter to me
Putting his dark head to one side
“Curries are eaten to give you the tingles
and to fire up that warmth inside.”
“It’s about filling your mouth with burning red coals
And making use of the finest spice blends,
To ensure that today you get maximum taste
but tomorrow the best fun at both ends.”
“Sir, the dish that you‘ve chosen : it’s very nice
and not really painful as such.
But be warned, my friend, for tomorrow you’ll find,
your bottom will hurt very much.”

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