Here's a poem I wrote about guacamole...
Guacamole's Rise, Like the Phoenix's Wings
Turning and turning over fields of green,
The ripe avocados cannot hear the farmer.
Mashed and mixed with lime, a symphony,
The taste of guacamole, my palette satiated.
Things fall apart, the center is a pit,
the price of spice is high,
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
A new age is dawning.
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards our plates, empty, in mortal servitude,
having fulfilled the prophesy,
Guacamole, forever mine, forever thine.
The shadows deepen, the chips are low,
But guacamole's rise, like the phoenix's rise,
With every bite, followed by imbibement,
for tomorrow, you will have turned brown.