One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why isn't the best burrito more nonfat?"
Down, down, down into the darkness of the best burrito,
Gently it goes - the pudgy, the fruitful, the plump.
How happy is the trendy, bright bistro!
Now fashionable is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the bright bistro is voguish.
Pay attention to the blue brasserie,
the blue brasserie is the most cunning restaurant of all.
A blue brasserie is attractive. a blue brasserie is guileful,
a blue brasserie is cute, however.
Creamy cheese is, in its way, the grilled bread of lay off.
Never forget the unreasonable and cockamamy creamy cheese.
One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why isn't the cannoli more factory-made?"
Now home-baked is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the cannoli is do-it-yourself.
I cannot help but stop and look at the smoky, best burger.
Are you upset by how smokeless it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the best burger so tasteful?
CZYTASZ
Incoherent (& Generated) Poetry (2)
PoezjaPoetry that serves to clash tonally and ideally with the objective of making some bit of coherency.
