Monday, 25 October 2010

Haiku - Chicken Wing Poetry


A Bowl of Crispy Wings
Hot Sauce Stings My Lips and Mouth
Nirvana is Reached



5 comments:

  1. indianguy3:35 pm

    You make the dumb line
    poor haiku for chicken wings
    Vashi is dumber

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  2. Yum!

    I'm in Ottawa! I had wings last night for supper at the Snug Pub in the Market.

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  3. WK,

    This is not related to your poem. But since you have extensive experience with wing sauces/hot sauces, I have a question. I was at a pizza place today and put some HS on my pizza then left. The sauce was very good and I am wondering if you might tell me what it is.

    It is thick, the consistency of ketchup. Darker then franks, slightly sweet, not too spicy but a little burn on my lips. Does this sound like anything?

    Thanks.

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  4. Where has Wing King gone
    he left us hungry again
    cold and wingless, why?

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  5. @indianguy - Vashi may be dumber, but I'm thinking indianguy is up there . . .

    @Teena - awesome . . . sorry I didn't read this till long after you left Ottawa!

    @Chris - thank you

    @Lee - I don't know off the top of my head, but let me see what I can find . . .

    @Ricky - Nice haiku yourself. I was lost in work and Halloween preperations. Its all over and I'm getting back into the wing of things.

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Thanks for your comments: Comment often - just keep it respectable or I'm sending your comment to the bone pile.

WK