A large crowd had gathered outside the electrical store
The faint aroma of cooking seeped out through the door
My tastebuds grabbed me by the nose and dragged me right in
I got hit in the face by a chopped tomato tin
The hobs were alight the ovens were cooking
The appliances had taken over when the manager wasn't looking
I saw crisp poppadoms lying in DVD drives
I saw tvs caked in mango chutney running for their lives
I saw an onion bhaji so vast it could have sunk the titanic
The alarm bells were ringing and singing songs of panic
I opened the lid of a cappuccino machine made by Bosch
It was full to the brim with lamb Rogan Josh
A washing machine was spinning, it was packed with boiled rice
I pulled out the powder slot and added indian five spice
I wondered how many megapixels has a Vindaloo got?
Well it's got 5 out of 5 chillis so it must have the lot
The range of pod now available was cardamom not i
The food was HD ready I had to give it a try
I only popped out to buy some fingers made from fish
Now I'm eating a chicken dopiaza from a satellite dish
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