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Ode to the Curry Club
If you are free on the first Friday of certain months,
And have nothing better to do,
And if you travel from afar,
Milton Keynes, Towcester or Nottingham will do;
If you have heard a hundred times,
Of a microwave and a moth mistreated,
And would gladly hear it again,
A thousand times repeated;
If you can still find your mates,
even though the pub has closed down,
If you drop Jalfrazi into your lager,
And you can still drink it turned brown;
If the restaurant has the wrong day,
And all of you they cannot seat,
And if the Mexican where your kids work,
Is the only place left to eat;
If the end of the month arrives,
Before the food is upon the table,
If there is more veggie than you can eat,
And to spend a tenner you are unable;
If you can cook at home for many,
And the donations to charity send,
Then you are, without a doubt,
The M1CurryClub my friend!
Anon (guess who wrote this!)
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