Here Lies Ol' Les

By Bronco T

My name is Lester, Les for short,
I’m known for my eatin’, to me a great sport.

An’ bein’ raised in New Mexico, I thrive on that good Mexican food,
Why I can eat them fiery hot chiles, that’d strangle a dude.

An’ when I was young, suave, beaudatious an’ slim,
I’d eat a half dozen burritos, on merely a whim.

Now the makins of burritos, is tortillas, chile, an’ meat,
And with fine spices throwed in, it’s a meal that’s a treat.

But ya see I got older, an’ my appetite didn’t slack,
For on them burritos, I still love to snack.

An’ my figure it suffered, ‘cause them tortillas got lard,
Makin’ ‘em taste right without it, is really quite hard.

Now they say to stay healthy, ya gotta watch your co-lest-erol,
But I’ve found that food that aint got it, don’t taste good at all.

So I reckon I’ll keep eatin’ ‘em, till my veins shut down tight,
My ticker quits tickin’, an’ gives up the fight.

Then my family’ll gather, to lay sod o’er my head,
Mourn at my passin’, and wish I weren’t dead.

My tombstone’ll read, “Here lies Ol’ Les, his artries was poor,
One burrito too many, no Les, no more.


I wrote this poem after readin’ the contents of a “Super Red Hot Burrito” I bought at a convenience store, and then later readin’ a grave marker on a grave in Tombstone, Arizona.