Alex Silbajoris wrote: > Pods, > > > Alex Silbajoris 72163.1353@compuserve.com > Double, double, toil and trouble > fire burn and cauldron bubble. > Wrinkled habs from deadly vine > fall into the steaming brine. > Jalapenos red and green, > Fresno's glow and Datil's sting, > running from the hand of frost > into heat of fire are lost. > Tiny tepin, busty bell, > simmer in this broth of hell. > Here within the pot, immodest, > Peter Pepper finds the Goddess. > Fillet of a big New Mex > swims with coriander flecks. > Behold the skinless Stinking Rose, > quick! Into the pot it goes! > Seedy bits of trimmed placentas > making people pick their dentures, > dried-out scraps of the BREAD rinds > make them curse their own behinds. > Cover then this mix obscene > (making sure the rim is clean); > bind it down with gleaming bands, > still too hot to touch with hands. > Up onto the shelf it goes, > adding to some hotluck's woes. __________________________________ Now this has to go into the Archives.. Absolutely.!!!!! Luke in Oz