Ghost pepper bit back
As I sank my teeth in it
My tongue stung all day
*Inspired by a fun conversation with TheRaven6825 and also by her gorgeous poem on ghost peppers.
(Photo of White Bhut Jolokia (Ghost Pepper) from Midwest Chili Peppers)
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Poet Rummager 
That’ll teach you! Must be kind of cool, though, to be able to ignite things with your breath like a dragon.
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Haha! Yes, food karma does exist. Be careful you don’t stand too close to me with your handsome paper bag head….I will most likely breathe fire on you 😀
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That’s right! I’d forgotten about my bag.
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Good stuff! I like the internal rhyme on the last line, and doesn’t the image remind you of a tooth?😸
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It does look like a tooth! Lol. Thanks Kat 😊🌷🌸
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😸🐾
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Love the poem! 🙂
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Thank you☺️
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LOL! Thanks T ❤
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Great poem, chillis are not to be messed with, I once put some really hot ones in my mothers soup for an extra kick and just to see what it was like. Never again haha 😀
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Thanks you prankster! Lol🔥😃
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