On the taco shelf there was a taco, Much to my surprise; One with cheese and meat and beans, Of a monstrous, gigantic size. I tried to put it in my mouth, But it did not fit. A voice inside my head I heard, "Keep trying, sir, do not quit." I shoved and shoved and squeezed and squeezed, But I could not gulp. I grabbed the taco with my fist, And tried to make it pulp. Relieved, I was finally able to swallow it, Though nearly destroying myself, "A job well done," I sighed, and turned, Another taco was on the shelf.