I'm fully aware
that it's cinco de mayo.
Frankly, I don't care.

Each and every day
is my Cinco de Mayo.
Celebrate the 'pote.

A hundred haikus
Have now been written 'bout Chip'
Feel so accomplished

Red glasses lady:
only saw you once this week.
Dig your shiny specs.

The smell of success:
Actually a mix of
money and Chipote'

Crushed croutons of love?
Salad dressing mixed with tears?
Lettuce all have peace!

On one hand, I don't
think salad's worth spilled blood, BUT-
I do like cat fights.

Uh Oh...a feud's a-brewin'

Oh..it’d be so wrong
To steal officemates salad
Back..back away!

-Vicki S. - an officemate of salad-stealer Carie.

Rice cooker went wild
Long lines ensued. Bad news? No!
Got free burrito!

I often butt heads
with conniving microwaves-
have heated debates.

Would it be so wrong?
To steal office-mate’s salad?
Microwave says no

-Another fabulous haiku from our friend Carie in Cali.

Got to grill last night
Papaya, shrimp, squid with greens
and lovely swordfish.

Until next weekend
Chipotle will see me through.
It's the next best thing...