Wednesday, 4 January 2017

Poetry about eels and other Buddhist rituals

One day on our vacation,
For the new year's celebrations,
We visited a temple in Chang Mai. 




So we waited in the sun,
Sat and watched everyone,
As they crowded next to the river.


They carried boxes and dishes
Inside were eels and fishes
Swimming hither and thither.


Well, they released their load
And out came the toads
Stacked two on two


The smell was atrocious
The seagulls were ferocious
But at least we had a nice view. 

Sorry for the cringey poem... *wince*


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