by Bruce E. Stoker 2003
We all looked on with widened eyes
When Daddy tried the sauce.
And the room was filled with anxious sighs
When Daddy tried the sauce.
Then all of us prepared to run,
As if a madman pulled a gun,
Because it seemed he’d come undone
When Daddy tried the sauce.
He checked the labels for a score,
When Daddy tried the sauce,
Of Scoville units that would soar,
To boast, “I’ve tried that sauce!”
The cap he deftly threw aside,
His lips he quickly opened wide,
While fingers then were burning, dyed
By drops of dripping sauce.
And from the moment he first sipped,
When Daddy tried the sauce,
We knew he wished that he had dipped.
For he was at a loss
For words to utter in despair
As sweaty palms pulled at his hair,
Adding to his reddening glare,
When Daddy tried the sauce.
Since then we’ve learned to guide him fast
Away from spicy sauce,
Reminding him of the day, now passed,
He choked when trying sauce.
While Daddy bristles at our cause
And asks us, please, if we could pause
Our Mommy laughs at him because
He couldn’t take the sauce.