Complaints

The Mamak Man

Thosai thosai on the pan,
Where oh where is the mamak man?
It’s been hours since I last told,
the mamak man, my food is cold.

There’s a fly in my dhal,
It’s simmering there,
And if I’m not mistaken,
It is perched on a hair.

My teh ais is watery and my kopi is weak,
And my roti was probably from sometime last week,
So mamak man bring me my thosai please,
For I did not order this naan with cheese.

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One Comment

  1. jessie
    Posted December 7, 2008 at 3:14 pm | Permalink

    eh elo uncle..you’ve got nothing better to do issit? all this berpantun pantun all! haha

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