The AC was straining
to keep the place cool.
We needed to get some
fresh air, hit a pool.
Out came the flip-flops,
a towel for the beach,
when Tara called
“Carlos!
Go get your leash!”

Hamburgers sizzling,
funnel cakes drizzling,
barkers who bark
while hawkers cry “Eat!”
“Custard and Mustard!
Hot corn! Pizza pie!
Papayas! Tamales!
Ain’t nothin’ won’t fry!”

Custard and Mustard Cover