Werefox Vaquero--Mexican Lasagna

   "Werefox Vaquero--Mexican Lasagna"
   
   Francisco, a free man, was legally cool, more or less, wearing a white sombrero, and standing for truth, justice, and the American Way--like Alec Baldwin in the movie:  The Shadow, though--he was more of a luminous light, with a dandy mustache.  
  Francisco would use the regular, pre-baked noodles, the ground chuck (grass fed), yet would replace the Italian sauce with salsa gone mild, and instead of mozzarella, he wrangled up some queso asadero; plus, a few other herbs--here and there.  He baked it for his Mama and Papa; also, the boy living next door, having autism, and deserving a hot piece of the multi-layered cuisine.
   Francisco loved people.  Yet not the nasty ones.  He didn't go all Clint Eastwood or nothing; still, made sure to wave his American flag when he could, for he loved baseball, weirdly believing it to still be America's greatest sport.  A charming athletic display of patience and psychology.
   He drove a 1968 Ford Mustang, do you here me boy--with a 390 Thunderbird Special V-8 Cruise-O-Matic.  Was RWD--automatic 3 speed gearbox, and could gallop to sixty faster than a wiry jockey on a horse named Crackers.
   Papa was pleased with his Stang--the 1960's muscle machine having the pony spirit, roaming over the fragrant Earth, that smell of asphalt and travel, just here and there, like to the grocery market for Mama's Saint John's Wort and Vitamin C (chewable)--a hint of rose hips layered in.