An Ode to the RD Quesadilla
Oh dearest Red Door quesadilla, Longing for you at a quarter til eleven Summer means lights off Missing a taste of heaven Reminiscing you sometimes being burnt to a crisp Yet enjoyed with and guac Sometimes my extra Taco Bell mild sauce Accompanied by friends as we munch and talk You were often shared between two So one is not such a big back But summer nights, not even. Awaiting the return of the midnight snack Oh dearest Red Door quesadilla, You’ve finally came back as it is fall




















