What is all this fuss about mayo? And what is a “cinco” anyway? I get the feeling it’s something like..Tincture of iodine, or creme de menthe, or one of those pride of lions or murder of crows, type of things.. But I got slightly off track here… I hate mayo, except on tuna fish, and then I want it swimming in mayo..Is there something wrong with me or what?
Well, now where was I? Oh yeah, cinco de mango, what in blazes is a mango, it’s a fruit right? Who would have a holiday dedicated to a mango? But it sounds more to me like a character out of a one of those steamy romance novels set in the “old south,” of antebellum plantations and bored wanton, mistresses of the manor… ‘She was standing there with nothing but a linen sheet covering her nakedness’, “Oh, Mango, no” she screamed, as he plunged his knife into the master’s chest…” What do you know, its not so hard to write one of those novels.. I’m gonna start today, mark the date on your calendar the 5th of May, the birth of “The Stinko de My–Oh,”
And yet, more good news for you, I have never written a poem on any, of the above subject(s), so have an especially fine day.. and a couple of beers, domestically brewed of course.
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