When Cheesy Nachos Meet Lactose Intolerant Horndog

Free AI web copilot to create summaries, insights and extended knowledge, download it at here

877

Abstract

e munched a bite Guess it wasn’t gonna be this stud’s night Another beauty walks away Another disappointment on yet another day</p><p id="7628">“I just wanted one more chip, To lick the olive from your lip.” He yanked a drippy bean-hatted tortilla even knowing he’d get diarrhea shoved it between his massive jowls some tasty pleasure before the yowls</p><p id="b57d">She grabbed a napkin and watched him fall Curling and twisting into a ball She shrieked above the din “Call 911!” “This guy’s frothing — I think he’s done!”</p><p id="944c">“I guess I’m Nacho type of dude,” he spoke As every one of his thickened arteries broke into a coma he did slip thanks to that cilantro and cheese-covered chip</p><p id="ab0a">“Blame the layers of sour cream The jalapeños made me scream!” His last words before cardiac arrest His lactose intolerant guts weren’t so blessed</p><p id="c2

Options

20">His tombstone is very clear don’t always chase a sexy rear “RIP Cheese Did Me In Or was it simply the horndog I’ve been?”</p><p id="41d4"><i>©Jennifer J. McDougall 2021</i></p><p id="ec46">This is my response to <a href="undefined">Dave Logan</a>‘s challenge involving nachos and poetry.</p><div id="cc6c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/crunchy-gooey-deliciousness-aaa58fa9ca8a"> <div> <div> <h2>Crunchy, Gooey Deliciousness</h2> <div><h3>Food Poetry Prompt: Nachos</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*wOP_quIvwvlWVo2nfv0ZoQ.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Trying to pick up the wrong person has its consequences

He sidled up to her as she reached for guac And immediately she started to balk “I’m na-cho type of lady,” she cried “You’re so cheesy I need to hide!”

He’d desired her before she munched a bite Guess it wasn’t gonna be this stud’s night Another beauty walks away Another disappointment on yet another day

“I just wanted one more chip, To lick the olive from your lip.” He yanked a drippy bean-hatted tortilla even knowing he’d get diarrhea shoved it between his massive jowls some tasty pleasure before the yowls

She grabbed a napkin and watched him fall Curling and twisting into a ball She shrieked above the din “Call 911!” “This guy’s frothing — I think he’s done!”

“I guess I’m Nacho type of dude,” he spoke As every one of his thickened arteries broke into a coma he did slip thanks to that cilantro and cheese-covered chip

“Blame the layers of sour cream The jalapeños made me scream!” His last words before cardiac arrest His lactose intolerant guts weren’t so blessed

His tombstone is very clear don’t always chase a sexy rear “RIP Cheese Did Me In Or was it simply the horndog I’ve been?”

This is my response to Dave Logan‘s challenge involving nachos and poetry.

WEIRD POETRY MONTH

When Cheesy Nachos Meet Lactose Intolerant Horndog

Trying to pick up the wrong person has its consequences

Crunchy, Gooey Deliciousness

Food Poetry Prompt: Nachos