I bought you by mistake.
I had to eat you anyway
Though taste you did forsake.
Your words I did not comb.
I would have then discovered
Your “tortilla” was packing foam.
Even lime chicken could not serve.
You’re the burrito I had to eat,
But not the burrito I deserve.
This is based on a true story. I have not made the same mistake again.
On another note, after publishing so many of these, I’m finding that I’ve forgotten what I’ve already done. The poem I was working on (in my head) all day is I think a repeat of one about how we eat “The Usual” around here–so you get this one I wrote in 15 minutes instead. Guess I need to make a list or something.