Nacho Poetry

Below are the contributions for the Nacho Poetry contest. Feel free to try your own and submit it to us.

 

Submitted by Gerald Bradley

“Baby, It Wasn't the Nachos”

Baby, it wasn't the nachos,

Curse your blasphemous tongue,

The cheese and chips, they love you,

And never could damage be done.

 

If you continue to persist,

I will have to say Good-bye,

A girl who disses nachos,

Cannot be the apple of my eye.

 

They say there's nothing worse,

Than an angry woman's scorn,

But nachos rule so much,

They even rule more than porn.

 

Baby, it wasn't the nachos,

that made you sick and ill,

It was fun while it lasted,

Goodbye forever, I'm off to Taco Bell.

 

Haiku - "vegetarian hell for drooling puppies"

nacho cheese like lust

dripping slowly aching now

the napkin useless

 

Limerick

There was a fine dish in Dublin,

That had peppers and cheese that a bubblin',

We ate nachos with both hands

Sold the recipe to Malibu Sands

Now Screech and Zach's stomachs are rumblin'.

 

Limerick

There once was a nacho with no beef

This addition is a religious belief

I tried for some cheese

I even said please

But with none I was just filled with grief

 

Free Style

Nachos...In all your cheesy glory

Let me crunch you in my mouth and let me savor your zesty goodness on my tongue.

I look for your salty bite on my lips....to find all that is hidden under your aboding layer of cheese.

What is it about you, Nacho that makes you lure me into you complexity?

I am conflicted by your gloriuos taste and your ability to cause horrible intestinal conflict.

Nacho, in all your cheesy glory...you give us all glorious Nacho dreams.

 

Poem

There once was a nacho lover from Africa

He thought his nacho meal was fantastica

The cheese was alive with flavor

Every bite he took he would savor

In three giant gulps his nachos were all gone

So he'll just have to get more a little later

 

Limerick

There once was a Nacho called Mark

Who really was an agent --- a real Narc

whose passion for Nachos

made him really Macho

and he sings of his deeds in the park!!

 

Haiku

the green stuff is good

nachos aren't the same without

slap some more on, bitch

 

Haiku

Chips, Salsa, and Cheese

Ev'rything else is bonus

Please leave out the Guac

 

Poem (Untitled)

In the village of Buffalo Grove

Where you often will hear 'Mazel Tov'

There's a treat that is known near and far

But to get there you must take your car!

 

Near the golf course and BG Police Station

Is a restaurant that's quite a sensation

We promise it will be a thrill

When you come to the Village Bar and Grill.

 

'Nachorama' is the name of the treat -

In Nacho World this plate can't be beat.

Towering high as the plate will allow

Are ingredients packed with a 'POW' !

 

So, come one and come all

And heed this 'Nacho' call.

They're the best that can be -

Just take it from me!!

 

Ballad (I think) - Sung to the tune of Old MacDonald

There was a guy who had some 'chos

N-A-C-H-O

And in these 'chos he had some chips

N-A-C-H-O

With a crunch, crunch here,

And a crunch, crunch there,

Here a crunch, there a crunch

Everywhere a crunch, crunch

There was a guy who had some 'chos

N-A-C-H-O

 

Acrostic Poem

 

Nachos

Are

Chosen from

Heaven.

Others

Say

Really?

Unless I'm

Lying,

Exactly.

 

Nacho Haikus

 

Haiku I

cheese flows over corn

nachos hold all the answers

my life is complete

 

Haiku II

the dog ate my cheese

left with some chips and salsa

it's just not the same

 

"Ode to Nachos"

O Nachos! How I love thee.

You'll never understand what you mean to me.

From your zesty peppers to your creamy cheddar cheese,

No matter how fresh or stale, you always seem to please.

Just add hot beef or guacamole,

Plus sour cream, you are nothing but sacred and holy.

If you could only have a minute to understand,

But you merely tremble in my hand.

For your doom is impending,

While my joy is never ending.

You are the martyr for my cause,

The slave when my digestion comes to pause,

The mere reason for my living day to day,
Is because you let me have my way.

There is nothing greater than the joy of the nacho,

Not even grandmother's world class gazpacho.

Thank you nachos, for you make life worth living.

Your supply is endless, you keep giving and giving.

Nachos, I rejoice to you in praise,

For the Joy you give to my remaining days.

 

Acrostic - "Mark's Secret Admirer"

Make me some nachos

And I'll be home soon

Rinse off the dishes

Kiss a baboon

If I eat nachos

Save me some room

So I can eat more

Every day I eat more

X-rated movies have whores

Yes I will eat more

 

Acrostic - "Subliminalysis"

Boy I like nachos

Is that fine to say

Gosh I like meatballs

Just thought I should say

Oh, if I had some nachos then

How might I sing, of all the nachos

N' the joy that they bring, for if

I were a betting man, then I guess

Some would say, that I bet on

Nothing, but ask a man known as

The commisioner, his name is

Yogi Bear, or why do I care

Or can I just stare, at your

Underwear, or what if its

Ripped, or maybe needs

Sewn, I guess that dont

Equal, Attack of the

Clones, or other

Renditions

Eat

The

Amazing

Delicious

Meatballs

In your car

Really just

Eat them, or

Really eat more

I am not a whore

And if you can tell

My poem has some waves