Ariff will be having his loner donor kebab.
Oh, how we laugh.
THE KEBAB BEFORE
CHRISTMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, when
all through the house
Ariff was hungry for a donor kebab.
The
stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But Ariff was sad
there were no kebabs there.
His friends were nestled all snug
in their bed,
While visions of kebabs danced in his head.
He
looked to the left to his bro in a cap,
They both left the house
hunting around for kebabs.
When out to the lawn they left in
such a clatter,
An open sign on the shop down the street was
a-splatter.
Away to the shopfront they flew like a flash,
Barged
in through the door eyes wild, hand with cash.
The dude at the counter, kebab pack in
tow
Gave a donor kebab to the hungry brown fellow.
When, what
to their wondering eyes should appear,
But also a miniature packet
of chips and a beer!
With a curt smile, so lively and
quick,
They thought in a moment it could be a trick.
He knew
that kebabs and chips weren't a game,
And he counted the bill, and
then called them by name!
"Hey Ariff! Hi, friend! Kebab,
chips and a beer!
Only five pounds fifty since you're regulars!
No
extra charge! And you too, Paul!
Now eat away! Eat away! Eat away
all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane
fly,
Ariff bit into the kebab and lo, he did cry.
"DIS DONOR KEBAB IS THE BEST SHIT
EVER.
WHO NEEDS A GIANT TURKEY, AND STUFFING AND GRAVY,
WHATEVER!"
They sprang off their seat, to kebab bro a
wave,
The shop was open today, indeed a close shave.
As they
heard him exclaim, ‘ere they walked out of sight,
"I'M
CLOSED TOMORROW, LADS, HAPPY CHRISTMAS, GOOD NIGHT!"
