Putting My Feet in the Dirt 4

I had a craving for Mexican fare

Felt taco telepathy might repair

A Saturday night all alone

My nephew I decided to phone

Busy tonight? I asked with a grin

Knowing I could always count on him

Have you eaten yet? I asked with hope

My car’s broken down, I feel such a dope

I think it’s just out of gas

Wondering if he’d just let that pass

I waited to hear his helpful response

And hoped I appeared nonchalant

Why no, I’d like to assist

Only one thing I must insist

I suddenly crave Mexican food

But I don’t want to be rude

Why how strange, I’d like some too

Ok, I’ll be there in a few

Wonderful, dear, and thank you!

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2 thoughts on “Putting My Feet in the Dirt 4

  1. Wonderful poem. I wondered what could be written with that prompt. I nominated you for the Blogger Recognition Award for consistently great content in your posts that bring laughter and joy and shows wonderful use of words.
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