Going Out for Curry

Another day, another lunchtime.

On the stove, simmering

Half-hearted curry.

The one you make, when

you are too tired to make,

yet, still have to make,

Something.

Onion, tomatoes, aubergine,

dash of spices, dunked

in no particular order.

Pour some water,

bring to a gentle boil.

Ten minutes in,

Think it might be done,

Most likely palatable.

Here, taste a spoonful.

What? Very mellow curry?

Well, its just a curry

Calm the curry down!

Zesty curry another day,

Promise, I say.

Can love carry the day?

Go out for curry, you say?

First, kiss the blues away

Then to better curry, 

Carry me away.