The Musician
A human in a Mariachi band
Played trumpet and trombone
Down in a sunny southern land.
He called himself Seņor Anton.
On weekends and most afternoons
Somewhere in town or thereabouts
They played their lively tunes
To the applause of local crowds.
Seņor Anton with his sombrero
Looked ev'ry bit the mucho man.
The music played was mucho jacarero
As only South Americanos can.
The unheard of occurred one night,
His trumpet made a screechy, ugly tone
Because he'd watched a gringo bite
Into a juicy, green limon.