Went to the kitchen for some salsa,
Came back to make a tasty tostada.
But Sammy had run off to the Ramada,
With every bit of my carne asada!
Wish I had a herd of guanacos,
So I could make some tasty tacos.
Or maybe they would make a grand tostada,
Unless I add them to a frittata.
The day is going to be a difficult one,
It requires the kind of energy that will last.
To ensure my endurance is up to snuff,
I’ll have tacos with hot sauce for my breakfast!
I love to ponder the daffodils,
And filling coconuts with limes.
But this having to work every single day,
Is interfering with my rhymes!
Food presentation is not my forte,
It resembles the paintings of Picasso’s.
They may be messy, but sure taste good,
Need a spoon with a plate of my tacos?