HAMBURGER MOUTH & Taco Mouth
Get in the marriage line
Wearing yellow flip-flops
 
Had fallen in sort of love
Like raw potato wedges
Into clear hot oil
 
Onion kiss
Chili kiss
Sometimes a little pickle tongue
 
Both families
Devout condiments
And orthodox lard asses
Opposed it from the start
 
So they eloped
One salty morning
 
Pursued by a drooling cloud
Of black flies.