at dawn, Chef Armadillo opens his sun-scorched café.
jalapeños jump on the counter like tiny green fireworks.
tortillas twirl as he flips them into sky-high desert specials.
coyotes queue up for his legendary inferno tacos.
Just another average day in the desert....
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One stormy day in Texas the sky cracked open like a cheap piñata,
Jalapeño hail lashed the bluebonnets—goodbye, pretty blooms hasta la vista!
Rain turned to spicy salsa, rivers into ice-cold Lone Star Beer.
Cowpokes huddled together, prayin’ in the cactus-flavored air.
Pa’s prize longhorns blew away, where they went he had no idea
Eventually landed in Dallas yellin', "Y'all seen my tortillas?"
Crick rose up where three armadillos was sharin' one floatie.
Were heard to ask, “Where’s our guacamole?” ¡Olé!
The merry widow’s marvelous mincemeat melody
Was gradually heard around three by the old oak tree
Honestly said Bert, the bumblebee, is this the Grand Prix?
Miraculously, there was a royal red revelry
A chickadee landed on the right knee of Diana Dee
Making her a friend in furious practicality
Old oak tree receded into the loving forest canopy
Forming a deliberate, desired universal solid symmetry
Would you like a chewy chickpea Lee asked widow and me.
I heard hyena-like laughter from Leroy, the red-butted monkey
Rolling them in warm tortillas is the chef’s secret recipe
Flamboyant frog huffed away, jingling her copper jewelry
The rest of us stared, which we do on Wednesdays, habitually
Being yourself and making no apology is the key said monkey
The faeries made themselves tinier, they were in fact now wee
Lovely monorhyme in progress, guessed my observant cousin Vee
I must agree said my boss, the pompous persnickety Mr. McGee
The rhymes are rather delightful, and frankly, there are plenty.
Swaddle sausage, bacon, cheese;
Blanket tortillas
In egg, cream, flour, salt mixture.
Sprinkle cheese on top.
Bestrew bacon bits.
Grand Breakfast.
Phat!
Pata-pat pat pat
Making tortillas by hand
They have to be round,
And the masa must be fresh.
Ah, but so good when they're fried.
Tortillas and enchiladas
taco chips and frittatas
Corn-on-the-cob, burritos ~
leave the turkey to the mosquitos
I was made
For war.
She let her
Sugar pour.
She was made
For peace.
I fought with
The police.
I have a head
Full of bad ideas.
She is making home
Made tortillas.
I'm a work
In project.
She is a
Desired object.
I have too
Much to say.
She is a
Quiet day.
I easily
Fall apart.
She is smooth,
State of the art.
I’m full of
Nervous energy.
She’s a special
Documentary.
I’m that,
Four AM call.
She is the
First snowfall.
I’m full of
Confrontation.
She is a solid
Foundation.
I’m ready
To attack.
She’s easy going
And relaxed.
I can make
A scene.
She is a
Living dream.
I’m a ing
Mess.
She is hot
Off the press.
I seem to
Know it all.
She is that
One free call.
I’m a big
Ball of worry.
She is never
In a hurry.
There is something
Wrong with me.
She is perfect
As can be.
I run hot
Then cold.
She is a
Sight to behold.
Turbo1904
I
Quetzalcoatl was great, maybe not so good
The generous mother was "Maiz Deo"
Ancient Mexicans built their chinampas
The Lake in Tenochtitlan had tall bunkbeds
With squashes and beans, to feed thousands
But when Maiz Deo gave them corn, they soared
Population, fame, wealth, but also wars
(Not as bad as modern wars, but it got bad)
Three Sisters got together always, to bless:
Corn, Bean, Squash intertwined their bodies
To dance and sing and grow the harvests
II
Our Mexican mothers, Maya and Aztec, Olmec and Tolmec
Then gave us the taste of heaven: tortillas
The Corn was mashed, and made into flour
They find stones - both flat and round - to grind the grains
And today I hear the familiar jingles of TACO BELL
And the ka-ching, ka-ching of dollars and cents
As we take leave of common sense and over-do it all
Never thanking the Mother we all share: Nature,
who has always given and given. She can't give anymore
Juan (Johnnie) Avocado Seed
By George W. Clever-----15 September 2020
A migrant boy in California
His only toys were avocado pits
Making castles at the Rancheria
In the dust with the pits where he sits
Until told of a boy who traveled the borders
Planting apple seeds to grow fine orchards
Dreamed of a day when he’d be in demand
Planting huge avocado seeds across the land
For all to share his gift of avocado’s monounsaturated fat
He would be Juan Avocado Seed and that was that
Giving people Guacamole to spread on chips
Sliced garnish on tortillas rice and in their dips
Avocado Mac and Cheese or on pizza Chicago Style
He would be famous as Juan Avocado Seed mile after mile
Unable to leave his Rancheria without a Chevy
The bag of Avocado pits was just too heavy
Yes, the avocado seed, a Creator’s mistake
Its pits too large and heavy he did make
Kudos to the great blood-sucking mosquitoes.
They feast upon our blood as if we are tortillas or burritos.
They take advantage of their miniature size.
They bite us and take off, having claimed their prize.
Their buzzing sound is a nuisance to our ears.
They keep hovering around us, adding to our fears.
They are the carriers of deadly diseases.
Coming into contact with them increases,
The chance of falling sick and lying in bed.
We might recover or end up being dead.
This tiny creature seldom cares for death.
It continues tormenting us until it's last breath.
As I travel through my hometown Chicago's neighborhoods
There's a comfy, down-home feeling; these places are good
One of the things that makes them this way
is their ethnic character and pride, that make them that way
When roaming through Greektown, through familiar haunts
I spot Greek groceries, bakeries, five-star restaurants
Then on a walking tour of old Chinatown
The Chinese language fills the air, all around
In West Rogers Park, where religious Jews reside
Signs in Hebrew, Kosher markets, doors open
And of course, in Pilsen and Little Village, tortillas, tamales
enchiladas, frajitos -- everything's Mexican, by golly
Yet as I cruise the streets of Chicago's South and West Sides
All the police cars I see have only white folks inside
Is it really too much, I wonder, as I come to a stop
to ask that black avenues be patrolled by black cops
With an unprecedented shortage of basic supplies
People worldwide are learning to be wise.
Loo rolls, medicine and the safety mask.
Making do with what we already have is the new task.
I’ve seen diapers and bras used as new safety covers.
Drugs for malaria and stool softeners as miracle cures, are just a few among others.
Even the orange headed one is coming up with new treatment ideas.
The new scene for loo rolls is now our expired tortillas.
Slowly thawed or quickly nuked with the microwave oven
Soft and abundant and recently discovered is the new lovin.
It might not be charmin, but equally as soft on the tush.
Biodegradable and able to flush, no longer needed is the backyard bush.
With some Sauteed onions in a pan on some melted butter and olive oil
Throw in slices of button mushrooms, green pepper and zucchini according to your style
Some chopped garlic and cumin powder are the key constituents
Sprinkle some salt and some hot pepper flakes to tickle your taste buds
Open a can of organic black beans and give them a quick rinse
Adding it to the vegetable mix will fulfill a need of healthy protein
Top it up with some chopped spinach and stir the blend well
A scrumptious filling is ready for veggie enchiladas to be prepared
Bring out your favorite blend of cheeses and tomato salsa
Start building your tortillas while doing some fun salsa
Heat them up on both sides on a nicely heated, well oiled pan
Role each up by placing a little of all the above mentioned components near your hand
Arrange them on an oven-proof dish to cook in a preheated 375 degree oven
Top them up with some more salsa and cheese and bake for a quarter of an hour
Enjoy them when they are cool enough for you to devour
Hope you like the technique created by a vegetarian individual
07/22/2019
Just remembered my dream about tortillas
Mind boggling it was, a revolutionary new idea
A self-propelling slice
A face feeding device
No effort, just enjoy stuffing your cake hole per diam
Warm tortillas, bell peppers,
Sliced onions, corn and
Tomatoes too, piled so high;
Seasoning and sauce
Black olives sautéed;
Till cooked soft
Smash!
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