Good times: a poem

In the streets of Harlingen, Texas.

Looking for seafood to eat.

I came across a stand of a woman 

selling elote.

She was happy.

Smiling, ready to 

serve.

I was so hungry that 

ordered a large,

with everything on it.

After I ate the 

wonderful treat,

Our names were called.

"Myranda & Whitney?

Your table is ready."

I jumped for excitement.

Cafe de Mariscos.

The soup was immaculate.

I took a picture and documented

my excitement. 

I didn't want to forget that 

I was welcomed 

by Texas 2.0.

We went to the mall, 

and I got some work pants,

size medium.

They are still too big to this day.

Also picked up some 

cologne.

When we headed back for 

the town of kings,

we stopped at a checkpoint. 

"Where did you go today?"

"Harlingen. Shopped for a few things,

and had elote and seafood."

"Okay, have a safe trip home."  

Those were good times.