Treasure Island

Marilyn Lott

(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

A Place Called the Matador


They started cooking food
A very long time ago
Creating a recipe because
They loved the Chile relleno so

Perfection the objective
Ingredients fresh and fine
To bring forth a creation
That nowhere they could find

So the spent many hours
Of every single day
Cooking the best product
In their very special way

Chili’s are most important
Ingredient of this food
Dough was mixed as well
Oh, it was extremely good

The Matador still remains
The food still as delicious
Devotion to the craft
That has become infamous

I had a chance to see for myself
Cooks who know the score
A product like no other
A place called the Matador!

Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Edited: Monday, February 28, 2011
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