No, old Troll, it wasn't soul
The guacamol' was rhymed with bowl
And it would be e'en worser folly
To make it rhyme with Guacamolly
And land us in a blacker hole
Than thinking of a salsa bowl
But to really stack it with a trowel
Imagine guacamole bowel!
The cost of quickly spreading hips
From too much guacamole chips!

Now that I've done my disservice for the day maybe I can get some work done around here...