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.
It can transform a heavy dish into a charming meal,
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.
− Published March 14, 2015