You ask for a local food I see,
right from the Sunshine State.
What the hell do you want from me?
The best we have is bait.
A melting pot is what we are
and all our foods are from afar.
A melting pot.
A melting pot.
From taco shells to caviar.
I guess I could mention coconuts,
a fruit we sometimes eat.
Tiny thongs running up our butts,
such a Florida treat.
We need some rum to go with fruit;
still hung up on my bathing suit.
We need some rum.
We need some rum.
Guys drink enough and I look cute.
So you ask for a local food;
guess the answer is drink.
We feed it to a local dude;
most are the missing link.
Florida booze will make them squirm,
shooting shots and eating the worm.
Florida booze.
Florida booze.
Muscles in Speedos feel so firm.
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Woot!! Soooo funny 
Just kidding! I like your ingenuity when you can't necessarily think of something edible you go for the boozy silly side of the prompt. Knowing the contest judge, I think this might just impress!
