a poem for beth
you said there would be tacos
and i believed you, but you're a liar.
a big, fat liar!
i thought we'd indulge
in the crunching of shells,
oh, but no!
and what do i come to find
in the place where my tacos should be?
go on, have a guess...
not tacos, no, but a big greasy burger
and a plate full of sweet potato fries!?
aghast, am i!
you didn't even have the decency
to dress up your cat, in a taco suit.
disgraceful, indeed!
1 comment:
LOL! Love this - fun!
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