The Chiko Roll
There are memorable experiences,
We encounter along life’s way…
And none more intriguing,
Than the one I had today…
I found a box of Chiko rolls,
Hidden in the bowels of my deep freeze…
In the corner it was hiding,
Covered in some frozen peas…
I remembered from my youth,
How delicious was its taste…
So I quickly pulled them out,
There was just no time to waste…
Now you usually cook them quickly,
On the stove, in boiling oil…
But I put in the oven,
On tray wrapped up in foil…
As I watched them slowly baking,
To a rich and golden brown…
I just couldn’t wait any longer,
To scoff those buggers down…
So I grabbed it from the oven,
They were so bloody hot…
The third degree burns were worth it,
Once that flavour hits the spot…
These thick skinned individuals,
Which are sometimes hard as rocks…
It has a less forgiving contents,
That tastes like dirty socks…
This tantalising concoction,
Is the drinker’s Holy Grail…
As it saved so many Aussie’s,
From a night locked up in jail…
They say kebabs are king,
When you’re had too many beers…
The good all Chiko roll,
Has been around for flamin years…
So you’ve got to try this classic,
It will cleanse your inner sole…
This thick and crusty morsal,
The good old Chiko roll …!
Len Newey 2016