Oh Burrito, how thine tortilla shell is warm and softly wrapped around the ingredients I desire.
How your lettuce intrigues me.
Your cheese, shredded to the point of perfection.
Your steak, perfectly cooked to make even the gods weep.
Your sauce, so spicy even the devil begs for water.
Beans combined with bacon, da Vinci throws his hat at the ground with jealousy.
My hunger cowers with fear for it is about to be slain by a worthy opponent.
Your delicious taste uplifts me for now you are mine.
Oh Burrito, how I could compare thee to a summers day.
But I would rather eat thee instead.