… and the true value of the VND
A basic ode to street food:
I profess my professor said to not
Eat ice, or fruit, or anything not hot
But with price so low and a wallet thin
How could I resist a lime with Phố Tình?
With pointed gestures and smiles I try
To communicate with shopkeepers even as they lie
To foreigners like me who don’t speak Vietnamese:
‘That will be 90,000 VND, please.’
I’ve tried Bánh Mì, Chè and Bánh cuốn
And there’s even more food I want ‘fore I’m gone
With only five short weeks left, how the time will fly
Soon I will miss you, Vietnam, tạm biệt , goodbye
Hẹn gặp lại!