I called her little Taco,
She was so young and able,
I took her in the kitchen,
And laid her on the table.

I garnished her with lettuce,
I covered her with cheese,
From the hair under her armpits,
To just below her knees.

"Tonight we live our destiny",
She said, her eyes agleam.
It had always been her fantasy,
To be rolled in sour cream.