Beef chili lettuce wraps
I’ve opined on them before
Using my poet’s rap
To unwind and settle the score
Those chilies, sometimes they’re hot
So much so they burn on the way out
You never know if they’ll bring the heat or not
Making for a fiery brown spout.
Today, well today they brought the fire
And I can tell you that my O-ring is, well, you know
It’s not happy, in pain it is mired
But, you plow on ahead and keep your head low.