Olvera de Los Angeles

 
The maracas! They shout, they laugh, they sing!  
The seeds inside a gourd of red & green.
Sí, mira, in my hands, they smile at you,
Oh! You must take them, hold them & shake them!
 
As you start to dance you’ll feel such a joy,
In your beads and chamula sandals, huy!
To the beat of your heart, Señorita,
Like the deep throbbing notes, the marimba!
 
Mariachis, with their guitars strumming!  
Be Marie in a black velvet painting,
Where your love from the bullring is waiting,
For the sweet taste of life everlasting!
 
 
 
NaPoGloPoWriMo 2019