Oh, mighty burrito, wrapped so tight, With flavors rich and veggies bright, Yet in the stillness of the night, Your festering fury takes its flight. A rumbled storm begins to churn, The fires of digestion fiercely burn, A symphony of strains and creaks, In darkest depths, the pressure peaks. A cramp's embrace, a belch's glee, In gastric tumult, we are free, Ode to the dance of the unseen, The burrito’s tale, bittersweet, serene.