TARIFF DELAY SET
TRUMP’S FIFTY PERCENT THREAT
TACO TIME YOU BET
A little ‘taco’ we love to call ‘Nico’
Entered our school straight from Puerto Rico
Made out of old horse meat
Toppings of gopher feet
Our lunchtime sure did become a freak show
TRUMP IS GETTING PLAYED
IRAN HE CANNOT PERSUADE
TRUMP IS NOW DISMAYED
dodgy, must-go, chicken taco feast, threatens friends not woes
NEW DATE APRIL 6
LET’S TRY THIS ONE JUST FOR KICKS
TRUMP IS IN A FIX
BOMB THE POWER PLANT
THEN AGAIN, MAYBE I SHANT
JUST A TACO RANT
GREENLAND NO ATTACK
TRUMP HAD TO TAKE HIS WORDS BACK
THEY GAVE HIM A SMACK
The MAGA people sing this song, TACO, TACO!
They love to babble all day long, O-TACO-tay!
Who's the chump who chickens out? TACO, TACO!
Who's the POTUS who's gonna pout? O-TACO-tay!
Gonna pout all night,
gonna pout all day.
I'll bet my money he's gonna pout;
might as well stay away.
The press secretary and the dim VP, TACO, TACO!
Told what to say and what to see, O-TACO-tay!
They'll put their money in a bitcoin fund, TACO, TACO!
They'll lose it all because they're stunned, O-TACO-tay!
Gonna pout all night,
gonna pout all day.
I'll bet my money they're gonna pout;
might as well stay away.
See them lie and see them cheat, TACO, TACO!
Scam the people and then repeat, O-TACO-tay!
I'll keep my money and home I'll stay, TACO, TACO!
Not gonna travel to the USA, O-TACO-tay!
Gonna stay all night,
gonna stay all day.
I'll keep my money and home I'll stay
not gonna go away.
Best taco pie I ever tasted looks like actual pie
It was made by a master chef named Mr. Why.
He perfected his craft in Ohio, a town called Sly.
Don’t ask him for the recipe though, said his brother Cy.
He will get angry, and you will not get a piece of pie.
He likes people to come into his restaurant ready to buy.
Mexicans make many things,
but the best is tacos,
bull-fighting is kinda cool,
not as cool as tacos.
Cheese and chips and refried beans,
folks put them in tacos,
awesome spices in the meat,
the soul of the taco.
You can buy them in the street,
lots of folks sell tacos,
or in a cantina seat,
they should sing of tacos.
You don’t need a plate to eat,
the genius of tacos,
as a setting their complete,
need no frills with tacos.
Have them wild or with heat,
either’s great with tacos,
some use fish they caught at sea,
that is one strange taco.
Get chorizo, get the steak,
now I want some tacos,
money can’t buy happiness,
but it sure buys tacos…
I think there is a new vibration, I can feel it right here on my stoop.
Can you smell it in the wind, I’m thinking it might be some poop.
It could be a sudden division, of a burrito that stuck in my bowels.
I’m feeling a little emotional, can someone please hand me some towels.
My eyes are beginning to water, if anyone should even care.
I’m starting to feel quite dizzy, I could use a little fresh air.
I shouldn’t have eaten those beans, they are known as a magical fruit.
They come in so many different colors, but I guess they all still make you toot.
Hurry and get off of my stoop, or you’ll experience a change from within.
When the smell has marginally decreased, then you are welcome to come back in.
I’ve experienced an influx of gas, please forgive me and try not to hate.
Lord help me I love Taco Bell, but that burrito I never should have ate.
A Tuesday with tacos is swell,
But Wednesdays can sometimes be hell;
For south of the border
To remain in order,
You’d best stay away from the Bell!
Tasty newcomer, taco pizza is found only one place in our town
Once discovered, many of our teenagers ran there on Friday nights
Their tag-along-younger-brothers-and-sisters watched the cooks
Through a pass through window, which had them exaggerating efforts
We could smell them before they came out of the oven
Golden brown and piping hot. The cooks sprinkled them with cheeses,
And bits of freshly cut lettuce, tomatoes, and we salivated, waiting
Like dogs who had not been fed from Monday to Thursday
Our town is small; we were lucky to get one pizza parlor; we had two.
They both closed their doors, because the teens stopped going
They could not compete with the prizes at the gas station,
Which was also the only place we could purchase a taco pizza.
I frequent a little taco stand
Every time that I'm out west
With Elvis behind the counter
Dressed in his leathers best
Janice Joplin doing dishes
With Southern Comfort breath
Arguing with fry cook Jim Morrison
Over the best way of cheating death
Jimi Hendrix works the tables
That they have set up out front
Recommending the mushroom taco
With the psychedelic crunch
Marilyn Monroe...the entertainment
Nightly serenades the gents
While wearing her favorite T-shirt
Bobby Kennedy for president
I highly recommend the little taco stand
If you ever find yourself out West
Who's going to show up to take your order that day
Could be anybody's guess
Burrito Taco
Spice me up right now
My blankets burrito me
Sizzlin' on the pan
- A Senryu written by J W Earnings aka me
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