I may be unpopular in this thought
But I’ve considered this more than I ought
And 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
My favorite food has a name in America
Found in a recipe book
I never knew that my food had a title
Guess I should buy one and look
Don't get me wrong when I mention tostadas
Most people have one or two
But when you speak in the language of meatballs
Only a restaurant will do
Could it be true that the foods in America
Differ from those we hold dear
If you require a like-tasting taco
Visit the restaurants down here
If you are raised in a family home
And you want food with a name
Your loving mother will look at you funny
And cook your meal the same
We love the foods in the homes of our mothers
More than your burgers and fries
If you should ask us for Buffalo Chicken
You may deserve a surprise.
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