A beautiful rouge elixir that sears
Evolve flat aroma and grey flavours
Into red festival of spice-sours
In dark chasm of mouth, firework flowers
Como carnaval mucho picantes.
Thorns to the roses and salt to the seas.
Moon to the night and honey to the bees.
Sugar to the yeasts and blood to the fleas.
Likewise, a pizza of all toppings needs
Tabasco, the amateur gourmand's key.
Wren
Note: This was a trial on an object poetry in simple pentameter rhyming scheme. Hope it spices up your day and feel the Tabasco in your mouth as you read. :)
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