i'd like a chicken curry
with some poppadoms
id like it in a hurry
as i'm stopping at me moms
don't wont curry slurry
nor dropping curry bombs
don't want mac flurry
or rubbery like condoms
so hurry along Mr Murray
don't forget to order toms
hes due in surrey
for garden party proms
what the heck Humphrey
i'm feeling rather qualms
it looks rather lumpy
goodness its waiters palms
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