Biang biang noodles

Biang biang noodles
in Xi'an, a discovery
to warm the heart when feet
tired from the day in Bing ma yong
had time for recovery.
Flat wide noodles and fiercely spicy.
Yellow dust made me long
For a shower to wash
both myself and my socks.
At this distance of years
with certainty I say
Biang biang rocks!

It's the same yellow dust
of the Yellow sea and Yellow river
that blows from the Gobi and Taklamakan
to Beijing, Seoul and Tokyo.
Just so you know
This 'poem' is rather
a 'jokey' oh!
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Corny I know! A biang biang mian shop had opened here in Hurstville in 2019, but as with many has shut up shutters since.

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