888Oh...Tamale Lady; Queen of the Mission
.........A greasy hand, sparks, and transmission
*******When the moon comes out
********My stomach growls
******My intestines form wings
*******and I go on the prowl.....For You...my Lady of the Tamale

*****Seasons come and seasons go
******The Summers Sun; the Winters' snow
*****Life cracks apart as I age and grow
*****I smell your tamales and I feel a warm glow.

****Our Lady of Tamales
++++A most Heavenly Host
*****Chicken, beans, and pork
****Without need for a fork.

****Our Lady of Tamales
****Shrouded in a corn husk cloak
****Lead me upward towards the Golden Dawn
****In a cloud of Tamale smoke.

Rich Polysorbate 60* April 13, 2005