On a drive thru Mandeville one fall,
My Dad stopped at a roadside stall.
He bought red shrimp in bags of
The aroma was the scent of shrimp
Baked so well, there was no need to
Popped one into my mouth, my Jaw
Fire in the hole I yelled, as my sis
She bit into hers with gusto, she was
My Mom,prepared, handed me a
bottle of milk,
Took two sips to quench the flame
from peppers ilk.
As bad as it burnt, that shrimp was
Bit into another again and again milk
now less hasty.
An acquired taste this was, this
Of seasoned pepper and shrimp so
Before I knew it I had munched
through my bag all full.
Tears in my eyes, pepper had my
Reached for my sis's bag, only to
have knuckles rapped.
Now with none to munch, it truly set
in my colon,
Fire below was my scream, looking
Lactose intolerant, milk and pepper
Relief stop in the bush, rectum in full