Crunch! What was that? <br />That smell? Delicious! <br />Is that? No, it can not be, my favorite! <br />Tacos! Watch how it oozes cheese! Dallops of sour cream! <br />Carne Asada, the steak! Is Carne Asada another name for heaven? <br />Lettuce! Fresh from Earth! <br />The shell! Made from Maize by hand, fried to perfection! <br />Ground chiles mixed with spices, for divine flavor. <br />Are these pieces of heaven not the second coming a certain savior? <br />No human concoction surpasses <br />For the inventors are not from this dimension! <br />Were tacos the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden? <br />For Adam and Eve it was the ultimate guilty pleasure. <br />So next time you are feeling down and depressed try a taco in its awesome grandeur. (Unintentional Rhyme)<br /><br />Trenton Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-tacos-my-original-poem/
