Mamba Batchoy

Mamba Batchoy, a serpent's embrace,
In a cauldron where spices lace.
A broth with a backbone, fierce and deep,
Where venomous whispers in silence sweep.

The spoon becomes a serpent's tongue,
Tasting fire where flavors are flung.
In the dance of the stove, the heat does speak,
A liquid dragon's breath, bold and sleek.

Tender morsels swim in this snake's domain,
With each sip, a bite that leaves its stain.
A potion forged in the heart of flame,
A bite of courage with a venomous name.