Ooh wee
What does my nose see
My minds in a trap
Peppers taking over me.
The Reggae Medley
Is packed to the roof
I have a mound
They have a scoop.
I couldn’t hear the chef
But my tummy said thanks
For the fried fritters and
Conch salad in me.
Life’s going great
Pleased by my fork and spoon
Thinking to myself
Thanks for directing my food.
Been about 45 minutes
No where near finish
But I’m not leaving this seat
Till I wash these dishes.