Feel my temperature rising when the food before me hits my mouth
Fields of gold baked or fried by our friends just below the border on the South
Rivers of molten cheese surrounded by pillows of cooling cream
Realizing now the burn of the chiles are about to make me scream
Maybe I’ll get some with ground beef, salsa, jalapeños, black beans, and of course cheese
Heard that they sometimes serve it outside the American Mickey D’s
Possibly I’ll just get the plain original version with just cheese sauce and chips.
Probably a better idea, the supreme version causes me to have messy fingertips
Mexican and margaritas; c’mon girl put on a nice dress, it’s a fiesta
We’re just like the dish, I’m overly cheesy and you’re a little spicy
Promise you one day, I’ll make your finger gold and icy
Filling up on all the food in front of me, I’ll be in a food coma ready for a siesta.
A dish better reserved for the late-night eaters— los borrachos
An order has been put in for what sounds good to me even now, some nachos
© Ryan Stroud 2019