"taco famine": The summer sun beats down so hot, But hunger pangs fill every spot. A whisper spreads through Denver town, Of tacos lost, an...

"taco famine": The summer sun beats down so hot, But hunger pangs fill every spot. A whisper spreads through Denver town, Of tacos lost, and faces down. The Rockies play, they try their best, But seven runs? A grueling test. The scoreboard sighs, a single digit gleams, Dashing all our crunchy taco dreams. No "Rockies Tacos" for the loyal fan, The great taco famine sweeps the land. A season of despair, a hitting drought so deep, While hungry fans in restless slumber sleep. The weenie's grilled, the bun is ready too, But without that winning score, what can we do? Our diamond heroes, struggling with the bat, Leaving our Taco Bell cravings flat. Oh, 2025, a year we'll long recall, Not for grand slams, but for the silent mall, Where once free tacos brought a joyful cheer, Now just the echoes of a batting fear.