The burrito first became a thing one cozy morning in Chamonix.
I willingly laid myself in
And rolled myself up
In the tortilla duvet
“I’m a burrito!” I announced.
And you played along
And spiced me up with things
[in the form of a furry down comforter]
And then a black chocolate cushion
And then two white whipped cream pillows
And finally a sprinkling of white chocolate blanket.
Clearly you’ve never had a burrito before.
Good thing we’re eating crêpes next.