An Ode to Texas Pete

It’s too warm snuggle,
and it’s too hot to sleep,
but I’m a good mind,
to go down to the kitchen,
and find the Texas Pete,
I’m certain I left some slaw,
Or is it a deviled egg,
Starting to call,
There’s something in the fridge,
In need of a red peppery spice,
A shakin’ from the bottle,
Before I call it a night.

–Richard Bryant