Where breathes the soul
At least if alive
Who does not worship
505.
It's ethereal goodness
Is beyond compare
The taste, the fragrance
Well...just beware.
Sister "C" is the junkie
Who smuggles that narcotic rare
From its NM home amid mountain air
Nor meth...or crank...or cocaine
Do it be
But the deliciously ubiquitous
GREEN CHILE!
Fresh from Hatch
The town of renown
Where them grand hot peppers
Wear the kingdom crown.
Last visit from sister
That Saint brung two large jars of Heaven
(Still wonderin' why it wasn't SEVEN?)
One jar down
And one jar to go
Already wonderin' if sis
Will bring bro mo'???
Gotta love it
(and my baby sister)
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I see hot peppers bring out the poet in you!
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