The Night Before Tacos

It ’twas the night before tacos
and all through Kyle’s pad,
not a creature was sturring, not even a tad.
The kitchen was strewn with dirty silverware,
in hopes that tomorrow he wouldn’t be eating there
Kyle was nestled all snug in his bed
while visions of nachos danced in his head.

I am getting me some tacos tomorrow…

One Reply to “The Night Before Tacos”

  1. Enjoy! I didn’t realize that you were such a poet. La Cazuelas will be glad to have you back in AL.

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