It looked Like a taco, but it was not,
It was so much better like a kumquat.
That vertical smile, was sweet for sure,
And for my malady it had the cure.
Now I'm worn out as a man can be,
Because that taco got the best of me.
I ate it and played with it all night long,
I even made it sing a song.
Now it's smiling at me begging for more,
Ok taco, here's number four.
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