A cautionary tale in which one's palate may soon transform into Fifty Shades of Red.
Ode to Hot Sauce
O, hot sauce I can write about until the cows come home,
How some of it will burn your gums and turn your tongue to loam;
While others have a subtle way of sneaking up on you,
Delaying their explosive charge until the day is through.
It comes in little bottles with red caps, or corks of wood;
It truly is a condiment by most misunderstood.
Its flavor should bring tears of joy, not tears of membranes wracked
With searing fire, as if by devils constantly attacked.
And give to lifeless casseroles a ringing, sincere zeal.
But use it with discretion, for all love and mercy please!
If not, your palate will will recall a hive of stinging bees.
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