All the town stood up in arms,
To quench the thirst of five alarms.
This blazing treat was given me,
Handed down, by legacy.
Louisianna, extra hot,
A cajun mixture, hits the spot.
I've never lost that recipe,
That blew-up daddy's factory.
Never stand behind the man,
Who holds pop's chili in his hand.
Not unless the wind is right,
Doing so may end your night.
Once I sat beneath a tree,
To eat a bowl of fantasy.
Spicy hot, this pepper sauce,
It shot right out my a**, of course.
Here's a secret you may know.
Eat lots of bread to quench the flow.
A trick to any flaming stew,
Is keep a definite end in view.
Reindeer
Bobbi
This poem is hilarious! I loved it!
Thanks for making me laugh.
It shot right out my a**, of course.
YEs..one becomes the 'South wind' quite easily..LOL!!!!
great write..thoroughly enjoyed it!! ty
Vesna
Hot suprize...lol!!
Love Tinka
In Spirit,
Bear
You have without a doubt set my afternoon about just right! Oh my this is to funny and precious with real true human wisdom to just idley pass by. I am still laughing my a.. off at this one you funny poet man! ;O)
~Nikki~
Goodmorning,
'Once I sat beneath a tree,
To eat a bowl of fantasy.
Spicy hot, this pepper sauce,
It shot right out my a**, of course."
this was a fantasic poem
peg
Thanks for the laugh..hehehe
Just what the doctor ordered... :)
Trixie :)
I love spicy food!!! this is adorable, got me smiling!!!
ty for the bread advise...learn something ne wevery day!
~Chrissie
Keep writing, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi Bendavi
a testamonial to an old family recipe
cleverly crafted
good write
john+
ps pass the bread!
paul...you are a funny man. Thanks for this mornings grin!
Susan