Spicy

Spicy

As tears coursed down her cheeks

The chili was spicy, she couldn’t speak

Oh it was heaven indeed

Magnificent she degreed

A chili cook-off before her spread

Twenty or thirty she needed bread

To clear her pallet to taste the rest

Somehow she’d been eternally blessed

Tasting a variety of chili of all kinds

All prepared to the rules and confines

Of the contest pure and simple

Her eyes were atwinkle

This was a day that certainly won

A smile of approval and a well done

 

 

 

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