Poetry from the kitchen #15

Capsicum Rap

Am a red, am a orange, am a yella, am a green
when ya pull ma pin, ma seeds is snow-storm white
an’ am raw in da jaw, am spittin’ when ya bite,
am a red, am a orange, am a yella, am a green.

Am a green, am a yella, am a orange, am a red,
ya split me on a skillet, da fire blackenin’ ma skin,
an’ am softenin’ and sweetenin’ like out of a tin,
am a green, am a yella, am a orange, am a red.

Am a orange, am a green, am a red, am a yella,
Am smooth in da hand, you can stroke me, fella,
Am a pepper an’ am hot, am no Cinderella,
Am a orange, am a green, am a red, am a yella.

Am a red, am a orange, am a yella, am a green,
like me, roast me, stuff me, nottin’ in between,
Am the pepperest pepper ya ever been seen,
Am a red, am a orange, am a yella, am a green.

Alan Peacock

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