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No matter what he typed on the screen
He’d get the same answer, every time
Seems his tablet had a mind of its own
Especially as the dinner bells would chime

It’s Tuesday, you know what that means
It kept reminding him, all day long
Though he’d always try to ignore the pangs
He knew, he really wasn’t that strong

Eventually, he would have to give in
And make his way to the local eatery
Where he’d sit and order his favorite meal
Three beef tacos and some beanery

This would, of course, explain it all
Poor guy, surely has my sympathy
It’s quite hard to ignore a computer
That constantly uses taco telepathy


September Writing Prompt – Taco telepathy – Day 4/30

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