A Poem About Sauce You're Welcome

The Sauce Palace

It’s all you can eat sauce

At the Sauce Palace all-day buffet:

Barbecue sauce, cocktail sauce,

Horseradish sauce, spicy chipotle sauce,

Chili sauce, mustard, and, ketchup

All spraying in arcs of brown, yellow, red

From the sightless eyes of stone deities

Like Buddha, Jesus, and Mohammad,

A sculpture fountain near the entrance,

And at the base of the fountain,

Children with plastic red buckets,

Scoop up the sauce with frantic glee,

And dump it into their gaping maws,

Guzzle it down their open throats,

Drink it in without pausing for breath,

And some of the kids are puking

But that’s okay, a normal occurrence

And the floor is coated with puke,

And sauce that’s dribbled from their mouths.

One boy dives into the pool of sauce,

Plunges deep below the surface

Into the lukewarm tangy stew,

Lets it all inside him all at once

And then drowns,

But even that’s normal, no big deal,

Not a concern, just calm down—

It’s the Sauce Palace,

And that’s how it goes.