Carl (Pontiak) Chong Poet ABC

Peppered Shrimp

On a drive thru Mandeville one fall,
My Dad stopped at a roadside stall.
He bought red shrimp in bags of 
paper,
The aroma was the scent of shrimp 
and pepper.
Baked so well, there was no need to 
shell,
Popped one into my mouth, my Jaw 
fell.
Fire in the hole I yelled, as my sis 
snickered,
She bit into hers with gusto, she was 
not bothered.
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 
so tasty,
Bit into another again and again milk 
now less hasty.
An acquired taste this was, this 
explosion,
Of seasoned pepper and shrimp so 
delightful,
Before I knew it I had munched 
through my bag all full.
Tears in my eyes, pepper had my 
tongue wrapped,
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 
forlorn.
Lactose intolerant, milk and pepper 
shrimp?
 Relief stop in the bush, rectum in full 
crimp.

Pontiak

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