At Del Taco,
above the cold air,
beneath the muddy rug,
with the weird people in line,
by the smelly cash register,
in goes my green money,
out comes my warm taco,
to the tables I go,
in my hungry tummy,
YUUUMMMM!
BY: Marian Rios
At the thrift shop,
through the greasy windows,
past the old people,
over classy cloths,
among the cool bikes,
besides the small kids,
against an awesome shirt,
towards the sassy cash register,
with my beast T-shirt,
YEAAAH!
BY: Madeline Guitieres