Hot Sauce

The restaurant was Vietnamese And so, for its clients to please, On each table there sat Bottles filled with sauce that Would make someone like me start to sneeze. For some cultures like heat in their food Thus for zestiness, they might include Certain chilies or spice, Sometimes sprinkled on twice, So a torridness they will exude. Though some patrons such heat will exalt And use hot sauce, perhaps, by default, I like flavor, not heat Yet my meal’s not complete ‘Til it has a few shakes of the salt.

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J.W. Earnings

Date: 5/28/2018 8:43:00 AM

Really brilliant poem...like the unqiue topic, covered cleverly and so swell.

Maurice Rigoler

Date: 5/16/2018 8:49:00 AM

Not a hot sauce person, Ilene. I once tasted a tiny tiny dot of a Japanese hot sauce of such potency I thought my head would blow off! No thanks, I like my good flavorful, not dangerous or lethal. / M

Robert Johnson

Date: 5/13/2018 9:56:00 PM

So, do you like Vietnamese food ilene? And second, happy mothers day. Had to read the limerick first. :) Yeah, flavor's one thing, hot is another. :)

Matthew Anish

Date: 5/11/2018 10:54:00 AM

I always put hot sauce on felafels when I eat them. And even imbibe hot mustard when I have sushi. Enjoyable limerick here! Wish more people were into poetry instead of fighting! B'Shalom Matthew Anish

Jean Murray

Date: 5/10/2018 4:41:00 PM

As long as you don't have it shakin' all over, that naughty salt.

Jan Allison

Date: 5/10/2018 4:38:00 PM

Sounds like I need to visit a Vietnamese restaurant it sounds quite tempting - as long as its not too spicy I may give it a go:-) hope you had a lovely meal:-) hugs jan xx