Spicing my life at moments
When I venture out to taste
The exotic in town
As I lack the ingredients at home.

I found this Vietnamese noodles shop
Tucked away among jewellery stores
And fashionable hair salons.

A girl brought a steaming bowl of pho,
An absolute blast of freshness,
Fragrance and favour
Despite the plebeian crockery.

In deep delicious
Delectable soup
Lurks lascivious slipperiness
Of the fresh rice noodles
And thin slices of rare beef,
Accompanied by a platter of tangy lime, sweet basil
Crunchy bean shoots and fiery chilli.

What else would I like to buy?
She inquired.
Three colour ice,
I replied.

By Wayne Wang