Burrito Monster
There’s a very large, furry beast
From the rolling hills of the woods back East
He just moved in down the street
He’s quite friendly, quite polite
But he has a beastly appetite
He eats burritos, it’s all he’ll eat
Every day in town he’ll make his way
To each restaurant and each café
Then along to every store
He buys all burritos the town can make
Then eats them up in the time it will take
For them to make some more
He’ll eat any burrito, and all it includes
With any fillings, filled with any foods
Topped with any sort of topping
If a burrito gets made, he’ll catch a whiff
No burrito gets missed with how he can sniff
While he’s out burrito shopping
He ate burritos until the town ran out
They were gone, it was a burrito drought
He looked all over, but there were none
Around that time, that very year
Campers began to disappear
They started going missing, one by one
The beast had stopped coming through town
He would go away when the sun went down
Then come back when the sun would rise
The burritos were gone, none remained
Yet the beast grew fat, his weight had gained
He nearly tripled in his size
After each event, there was an empty tent
With no clues to where each camper went.
There’s no telling who to blame
But………
A large burrito, long and wide
And a sleeping bag with a person inside
Look very much the same