To an old classmate, now resident in Canada
last nite i had a dream
you were back in singapore
i suggested teo chew muay(潮州糜)
you yelled, wait no more!
to taman jurong we trooped
all of us, yes all four !
the haebi hiam （虾米辣） was fluffy
not a drop of oil came through
the pig intestine was heavenly
neither a whiff of bad smell too
and oh
the fish cake was handmade
fresh as breeze from shore
the taupok （豆卜）was mellow
oozing gravy from every pore!
we lick ev'ry plate clean
and polished the spoons with our tongues
cast one last look at the humble stall, we
headed straight for the good coffee, freshly ground --
Yes, just one flight of stairs down.
Four cups of good black opium
that flowed through our bodies old
brought us back to our school boy days
when a dollar bought two cups whole.
indeed, that price it was there too! For
when we were falling over each other to pay
'Twas two bucks for coffee , too!
