It's been a long time.
I've not forsaken the 'pote.
I just haven't wrote.

It is safe to say
that the staff likes us the best.
We love you too, peeps.

Red glasses lady:
Haven't seen you in a while.
Your lettuce is best.

Dark ponytail girl:
You give the best proportion
of rice to black beans.

Hey you, smiley guy.
You seem to enjoy yourself.
makes our day better.

Love you Dimaris.
Cup o' water is the best
when filled with soda.

Side of lime-y chips?
Took a longer walk today
Ah, guilt free guac dip!

-Another good one from Carrie D. in San Bernardino

Need a freakin raise
So I can have Chipotle
seven times a week

Single grain of rice
In a big burrito bowl:
Insignificant

Then, a single piece
of chopped cilantro: so small.
Together: perfect.

My first Chipotle.
“Pricey,” said my brain. “Yet so
Worth it,” said my heart.

-Peggy H., after her first Chipot-lexperience

New York summertime
is like a Chipotle bowl.
Awesome, though quite hot.

First half-day Friday
will occur later this week.
One less Chipote-day.

Went to QDoba
At the request of a friend
I felt really false.

Don't worry, readers
I'll eat double Chipotle,
atone for my sins.

I've been once this week.
Not enough by a long shot.
Salsa withdrawal.

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...

Saw The Roots last night
Amazing show, lots of guests.
Late night, but worth it.

My mind is muy tired;
my legs are sore from dancing.
Heal me, burrito.

Case of the Mondays.
Chipotle penicillin
should cure that right quick.

Just when I thought
That nobody was reading this
Along comes Carie.

Oh! Chipotle love!
It is infectiously sweet.
Just like corn salsa.

Awesome Submission from California

Chipotle today
The office all rejoices
Need afternoon nap

We all love salad
Isn’t corn salsa a gift?
6 dollars well spent

-Carie D. from San Bernandino

E is no longer
posting haiku on this site.
It's cool. No one reads.

This day's just begun
and I wish it were over.
(Oh, and Chipotle).

I've been super spoiled
New Orleans and then Easter
So much awesome food

My everyday
food is thankfully great too
Good old Chipotle.

Back from vacation
Chip welcomed with open arms
The heart grows fonder

Erica is gone
No more Chipotle this week
Dreaming of next week...

Fuzzkill gets angry
when I don't have haiku, but
I still love Chipotle.

Nobody listens
to haikus about fast food
like they used to do.

Today Chipotle
For the first time ever.
I'm not quite dead yet.

-Dan F., who followed this poem up with:

Although I have a
ringing in my ear, and my
jaw feels metallic.

Changed my meat today-
the beef instead of chicken.
I feel so empty.

Eye twitching for two
days straight; only stops when at
Chipotle. Harumph.

I'm angry today.
Burritos didn't fix it.
PMS, man-style?

Brought some leftovers
Ate them next to crazy guy
Wouldn't stop talking

Chipotle two days
in a row; dare I say I
could use a salad?

Been sick with the flu.
I wonder why Chipotle
won't just serve me soup.

My Official St Patrick's Day Limerick

Thanks to St. Pat to walk was a mess
I did not expect anything less
When drunks filled the streets
Faced with our defeat
To Chipotle we retreat; hell yes!

St. Patrick's Day Limerick

With St. Patrick's Day crowds I was sickened
The crowd on Fifth Ave. it did thicken.
Though we could not cross
It wasn't a loss
I still had my bowl with some chicken.

Spring begins to dawn.
Thanks be to burrito bowls!
Got me through winter.

Where everybody
knows your name; not quite, but they
do know my order.

Erica saved seats
so she didn't wait on line.
The servers freaked out.

Such a bad blogger.
Chipotle, can you ever
forgive me my sins?

Two salads this week
My stomach is quite happy
My tongue is less so

I want to go where
everybody knows my name.
You can call me Norm.

It's been six months since
I was born again in 'pote.
Was blind, now I see.

Three murders in my
hood this weekend; hope they got
a last chipotle.

My favorite meal:
Boat-loads of Chinese Dumplings.
Sorry, Chipotle.

This is a man's world.
But it wouldn't mean nuthin'
without Chipotle.