We put everything on hold,
Packed the kids up in the trunk,
And headed on down to Mexico.
Harry went wild at the sight of the surf.
Sandy couldn't believe the local cuisine—
Hot-belly shark peppers cooked to a t.
You get a better level of service
During off-season, I always say;
My George appreciates the peace and quiet.
We've tried the continental USA,
But nothing comes close to Mexico: the heat,
The beat, the way they salsa in the street!
George gets that look in his eye
And we pile into the car. I swear, I could die.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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