an ode to nachos

Nachos, oh nachos.
What can I say about you, dear nachos?

You're simple. Yet layered.
Or as I like to explain, "minimally complex."

Nachos, oh nachos.
You make me feel, dear nachos.

Mostly gluttonous when eating.
Like my stomach's some sort of vortex.

Nachos, oh nachos.
How you make me dream, dear nachos.

Your delicious, cheesy hotness,
Has been known to wake me in perplex.

And even as your carbohydrates leave my waistline in a mess.
I will never grow tired of you, dear nachos.

For you're quite simply the best.