ODE TO A PLATE OF NACHOS
(at the Eggs Nest, High Falls, NY)

WHAT IS IT ABOUT 'EM 
THAT MAKES ME EVER TOUT`EM?
THE BUNCH, THE CRUNCH,
THE 'PERFECT LUNCH,
HOW COULD YOU EVER DOUBT `EM?

THEY NEVER FAIL TO PLEASE ME, 
TO TOASTED TOWER TEASE ME, 
TO SOCKO! GUACO! TACO! ME, 
TO JALAPENO CHEESE ME.

YOU NEVER COULD MISTAKE `EM. 
LIKE NO ONE ELSE, THEY MAKE `EM 
IS IT THE WAY THEY STACK THE TRAY? 
OR IS IT HOW THEY BAKE `EM?

WHATEVER `TIS, I EAT 'EM. 
EACH WEEKEND I REPEAT `EM
AND WHEN I TRYST 
WITH ONE I'VE KISSED 
I SHARE A PLATE AND TREAT `EM.