Poncho

Poncho (Non-Villa)
by Renee Michelle Wenker

Poncho was born in La Jolla.
A town quite FAR from Valhalla.
Indeed, he was born
Alas, we all mourn,
Because his last name was DeLlama.

Poncho DeLlama was such a nice guy.
Although he was a bit on the sly.
How could one blame him,
With that name he was given?
He became the town's best at Pan Fry.

Yes, Poncho was just a fry cook.
His potatoes and eggs never...um..."stook".
He could fry up a steak,
In the time it would take,
Emil to boast of his poached snook.

Poncho was quite a tall man,
Standing 6 foot and 5 hands.
The white hat on his head,
Often braised overhead,
Poor Poncho developed a crooked stance.

But that didn't matter to the folks,
That learned to love the tall, sly ol' Yoke.
He was one of a kind,
Yet of the same mind,
His only vice, an obsession with Diet Coke.

La Jolla was put on the map,
All due to this tall jolly sap,
Neighboring towns came to visit,
For they all felt such kismet,
For the Fry Cook in his pristine white cap.