By María Alejandra Bisogno Sauri
As October was coming to an end,
Death started to prepare herself.
She was planning to travel somewhere fun
Perhaps a place to run away the sun.
Sadly, her plane did CRASH! BANG! THUD!
And she landed in a town in Mexico.
But she realized she was actually very welcome
as she learnt about the tradition of the “Día de Muertos”.
She had tequila, mezcal and tepache,
and she tried chilaquiles, pozole and tamales.
Death had become the “life and soul” of the parties.
But deeply sorry she was for the dead bodies.
Very good Ale, it's a very picturesque "calaverita", really enjoyed it!
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