Musings by The Poet Loriet
Te Quiero Tacos
It's taco night!
I put on my sombrero
and sashe' my hips
to Jimmy Buffet music
as I set the table!
Chips, salsa, nacho sauce,
taco fixings.
I am transported
to another time and place
when I drank margaritas
from a coconut shell
under a bamboo umbrella,
my head cloudy,
laughing at jokes
that didn't make sense
as the sun set
over the ocean.
Back in my own kitchen,
I pour the kids some juice
as I sing at the top of my lungs.
They glance at each other,
confused looks on their faces...
Yeah, Mom's "lost it!"
Tiene loco!
My reverie is broken
until tommorow night!
Wait until they see
what I can do
with spaghetti!
Lori Beal
I put on my sombrero
and sashe' my hips
to Jimmy Buffet music
as I set the table!
Chips, salsa, nacho sauce,
taco fixings.
I am transported
to another time and place
when I drank margaritas
from a coconut shell
under a bamboo umbrella,
my head cloudy,
laughing at jokes
that didn't make sense
as the sun set
over the ocean.
Back in my own kitchen,
I pour the kids some juice
as I sing at the top of my lungs.
They glance at each other,
confused looks on their faces...
Yeah, Mom's "lost it!"
Tiene loco!
My reverie is broken
until tommorow night!
Wait until they see
what I can do
with spaghetti!
Lori Beal
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