Nachos in the morning,
Nachos every night
Nachos in the airport
with steak taste all right
Nachos are the gut bomb
We borrowed from down South
Or did we simply make them up
Tasting yummy in our mouths?
I ate them at the Chevron
spilling over with Velveeta
later, much to my regret,
a bathroom dash a la cheetah
I shoulda had the pita
or maybe just the chili.
Really, Jennie, trust me now,
this poem is just too silly
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