Bhut Jolokia Poem by Juan Olivarez

Bhut Jolokia, yo mama you say.
Quick, get me some milk without delay.
Faber, faber, ma mouf's on faber.
I've drawn the Ghost Peppers terrible ire.

Hot damn, and that's no joke,
The Habanero is a wimpy bloke.
Poor Mr. Scoville, would have gone insane,
This wrinkled wonder, is a runaway train.

Medical assistance I now require,
If you said you ate one you are a liar.
Theres hair falling off my chest,
Crumbling to the floor like a sparrows nest.

But seriously folks, don't try this thing,
Your mouth will burn, your ears will ring.
The Ghost Pepper will make you cry,
You'll say why did I try it, why oh why.

In all seriousness this pepper can shut off your windpipe,
And if you are not used to hot peppers or even if you are,
The Ghost Pepper is the pepper from hell, it packs 1,000,000,
Scoville units, an Habanero(pronounced A BAH NEHRO) by comparison,
packs only 300,000 Scoville units. Be very careful.

4/29/12 Alton Texas