Taco Belle

 

Belle does love a good taco;

in fact, she finds them great,

and since she is muy flaco,

she don't worry 'bout her weight.

But she thinks God had the dumbs

when He did not address

a dog's need for opposable thumbs

so's not to make a mess,

but that does not deter the beast

from chowing right on down,

and she will not in the least

wear a worried frown,

for she is, yeah, one smart pup,

keeps me around for cleaning up.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is RECEIVE. Oh, goody.

The taco that Belle has received

has stirred up envy in the pack,

and there's no way she can deceive

them of their quite obvious lack

of a tasty Latin treat

that is the grace of foodie graces,

so she just sat down to eat

it right before their doggy faces.

Not as dumb as it may seem,

for she is a wolf, you see,

and no canine would ever dream

of giving her the heartfelt glee

of making a food-stealing try,

for that's a nasty way to die.

A bit less than three minutes, there. Makes me feel like the Michael Jordan of sonnetry.

But it's not completely accurate. The Chihuahuas can steal her blind, and she just looks mildly on.

Barb found this video on Facebook. It's appropriate.

Sylvia would like some vanilla ice cream flavoured tacos, please.