Short Burritos Poems
Short Burritos Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Burritos by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Burritos by length and keyword.
Tortillas and enchiladas
taco chips and frittatas
Corn-on-the-cob, burritos ~
leave the turkey to the mosquitos
Went to my favorite coffee shop, ordered a capaburro
Told me they don't serve donkeys to over-aged burritos
Did I mean a cappuccino?
Hey you need your ears clean-ooed
Next visit, wanna be served by a different comanchero
Went to my favorite coffee shop, ordered a capaburro
Told me they don't serve donkeys to over-aged burritos
Did I mean a cappuccino
Hey you need your ears clean-oed
Next time I visit, I'll insist on a different comanchero
Went to my favourite coffee shop, ordered a capaburro
Told me they don't serve donkeys to over-aged burritos
Did I mean a cappuccino?
Hey you need your ears clean-ooed
Next time I visit, I'll insist on a different comanchero
Bosom best-buddy Beta Beta Beta boys begin bonding by bringing before biennial brunches:
bouncier basketballs
budget bean burritos
bounteous beefy burgers
beautiful broad-minded busty boyfriend-less babes
better bottled Bavarian/Belgian beers
Each of us have two wolves living inside us
One wants to eat burritos
and watch horror movies.
The other wants to walk about
in its underpants all day
snacking on cheetos between long naps.
The wolf that thrives is the one
who lives on with diabetes while the other
dies of a heart attack.
Poetry Valley
A fresh glass of orange juice,squeezed.
My partner, the chef with an apron of red.
This day, a tablecloth, dark blue.
Shiny, lovely, cobalt blue plates, too
with homeade burritos for two.
The scent, divinely, Mexicali.
Oh, that chef, knows what's down my alley.
After breakfast, fresh French coffee!
Now sitting and writing in Poetry Valley.
November 10, 2019
Here I sit all broken hearted.
The loo it braced, but I only farted.
My paper shivered, the walls did shake.
Those darn burritos the wife did bake.
Morning poo time come and gone.
My charmins lost but I still have brawn.
Sitting patiently there on the shelf.
Right next to Santa's little elf.
The good stuff now has sadly departed.
The hemorrhoids flare, the pain has started.
Gently and careful, I must take care.
Potty time now comes with a prayer.