A 3 a.m. poem, after a midnight snack 3 Comments / Humor, Poetry / By Stephen Hicks Burrito. Mistake. Now stomach ache.
F L Light November 5, 2009 at 2:38 pm Ugly burritos, indigestibly Post Modern, pique a gastric malady.
Stephen Hicks November 5, 2009 at 5:34 pm Hey, give me some credit: I would never eat a postmodern burrito. And that burrito *looked* good at the time. : )
Ugly burritos, indigestibly
Post Modern, pique a gastric malady.
Hey, give me some credit: I would never eat a postmodern burrito.
And that burrito *looked* good at the time.
: )