Monday, December 31, 2018
Aztec Chocolate
I was visiting down in old Mexico
In a small town called Oaxaca,
When I met this Bandido
Who was eating a foul-smelling bowl of frijoles;
I was just an ignorant foraneo
Who was enjoying and listening to the tonadas,
Strumming some old soneto,
The Bandido smiled and gave me something black as coal,
Made from chili peppers called mole
Grilled on an open comal,
For this was called Aztec chocolate,
So, I tasted it, and liquid fire sprung from my tongue,
You could hear me screaming from Cancun,
For it's called Volcano fire
And it will run through you like a pyre;
They said "Ole," with laughing grandiose
And I got into my car and said, "Adios!"
- John Hardesty( written years ago)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Mo, I don’t kite conspiracies, nor bake noon blue apples, and I haven’t set one foot through the gates of the Chapel Perilous, yet, I’d ve...
-
Man's defeated when born, yet he contrives an escape clause, and that's to be immortal.
-
The Price of Exploration Race to the South Pole, Amundsen used s...
-
There's no trace of yesterday, just an empty vestige of youth- upon these hollow halls, I once walked down in fear, an echo resoun...
No comments:
Post a Comment