Regular, Mild, And Hot Poem by Lauren Coles

Wings or peppers are nothing to mess around with,
You are ready to dig in and clinch your hunger but your tongue will be mad,
You may have a high fever but not from being sick,
Tears form in your eyes but you are not sad,
You wonder what you can do to take the spicy taste from your mouth,
You can count to ten but you won't get rid of the taste because that's the cure for the hiccups,
There's a reason why every house should have a faucet,
Because without a faucet, you can't get water,
And without water you can't get rid of the taste,
You don't want to make that mistake again.