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A silly bit of doggerel (c) 2001 Lynn Noel

There once was a spinach burrito
Plump with posole and beans
And barbecued pollo con frio
And salsa, cilantro, and greens.

Bought in a moment of impulse
It could have fed four, 'twas so big
A couple of bites per musician
And the rest shared out after the gig.

But the burrito soon had competition
In the form of a friend of the group
Who offered them all a late supper
At a pub that made great oxtail soup.

Hey, lunch is just fine for burritos.
We'll wrap it in foil to save
As a bite of refrito reheato
And pollo con el microwave.

Ah, pity the spinach burrito
Forgotten, abandoned and lost
In a car in a bag in the back seat.
In the morning, 'twas covered in frost.

Sad is the burrito owner
Who hastens too swift and too fleet
To an eight a.m. morning appointment
And leaves a dog in the back seat.

Ay de mi! Pobrecito!
The search was too late. Naught availed.
There was nothing but scraps of clean foil
Shaped like two ears--and this tale.