In Vindaloo of old there lived a swarthy maid,
Whose curryfied beard and eyes of gold
Bloodshot, and often laid.
Her hair was logs of charcoal
Upon the brazier,
Her stains of meals a messy,
Upon her brassiere.
Her nose was oft a'pick'd
And loud proclaimed her belch
And wobbly when inebraited leg
The fair-ish lady SMEG!