I may be unpopular in this thought
And I've considered this more than I ought
The conclusion has presented itself
It comes from my extra ordinary culinary wealth
So I've put an exclamation mark at the end it all
I don't like Mexican food, I've said it and I will take my fall!
The meat looks like brown paste
With no taste at all oh what a waste
And guacamole so slimy in the throat
As it leaves a greenish covering coat
Most things are wrapped in a corn tortilla
That is classed as finger food implement freer
So you have Chilaquiles, Pozole and Tacos al pastor,
Tostadas, Chiles en nogada, Elote, Enchiladas, Mole and Tamales more
All hard to pronounce for an Australian now
For those that like them it's all up to you
Chow down is what you can do
But don't wait for me I don't like it too.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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