Mariachi Report

Christmas cards have all been tossed,
The New Year got here fast.
Chips are crisp and meatballs sauced,
Big fun has been forecast.

This party's nice but we need more,
A visit from our dreams.
Just then the Mariachis four,
Arrived amidst the screams.

Muchachos made some sour notes,
The dancers didn't care.
Big red ties around their throats,
Sombreros hid their hair.

Sashes and mustaches on,
The Chicken Dance, all stood.
We clapped and flapped and shook our brawn,
And saw that it was good.

The songs they sang were songs we liked,
Familiar, we all grooved.
The crowd was joyous, band was psyched,
And all involved approved.

The show is done, the countdown wrapped,
There's smiling friends galore.
Photographs have all been snapped,
Mustaches on the floor.

This band of merry men and girl,
Accomplished quite a thing.
They made straight hair succumb to curl,
And put the pong to ping.

Viva Los Banditos De La Musicas!!! Thanks Brian, Jody and Bob for making the fun real for a bunch of folks that mean a lot to me.