Glorious fruit of the vine
neither sweet nor dry like wine
Flavorful not by braggart's jest
you're up there with the very best

A few epicureans say you need cerdo
Some will always say try buffalo
A drawling Texan says gotta be cow
That's how my grandma makes it now

Some say add rice and others say no
Those who don't care dice in a potato
it really doesn't matter
what joins you on the platter

Scooped by flat bread of which there are two
one of corn the other of wheat either'll do
They can be fried crispy or eaten floppy
Their taste is very hard to copy

Your sauce enhanced by chili from Hatch
red or green always makes you the top match
Picante or not it's that special flavor
I will forever savor

This my ode
to the food of which I'm keen
the earthy brown pinto bean