![]() Number Four (taco bell)A Poem by kenny
Oh my sweet number four,
I know I want you before I even walk in the door. Two tacos, so crunchy so delicious, and you sweet pizza, even though its origins are fictitious. For there is no such thing as a mexican pizza, The baja blast so smooth, and the hot sauce it doth sooth. Even though you're not exactly under USDA beef regulations, I'll always hear your sweet temptations. now Taylor eat more than 3/4ths of a burrito next time... © 2011 kenny |
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3 Reviews Added on July 15, 2011 Last Updated on July 15, 2011 Author![]() kennyAboutI mostly write sad poems, tongue in cheek poems, and poems about rocks :) more..Writing
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