posted 2 hours ago
Tacos, tacos, good to eat
Cook me up an April Fools Day treat!
Oh, no! Too many tacos!!! What will we do with all the tacos?
There are tacos with bacon and tacos with bear-meat,
Tacos with small birds, and one filled with rat teeth.
Tacos with compost and brackish sea-mud,
And tacos of stone that drop down with a thud.
But moreso I lament for the bad luck I’ve found
In wishing on a skillet with nothing to gain.
For I had all I wanted, I’ve wished for more
And now I cannot eat all these tacos on the floor.
O skillet, O skillet, please stop this abuse!
For I wished not for such things, but bad fortune I’ve found
In wishing for more and not offering thanks.
My skillet, good skillet, please cease thy expelling!
In all this diversity I’ve found some adversity,
Some gems to uncover and some horrors that confound.
When I wished for so many, such tacos I’ve found
Which perplex all the wise ones and stupefy crowds.
O skillet, O skillet, I solemnly plead
That you stop your exhaling and expelling of food
And things not quite food, such things unwanted
Unrequited and unneeded by such as myself.