Oh, scrumptious Wing Dings!
What a tasty invention.
So, crispy and delish!
Chow down at least eleven.
A little Duck Sauce,
Of fruit, soy, sugar.
Dip in these tasty things,
Flavor lasts forever.
Can’t make these at home.
Only get them as takeout.
How about a draft Lite beer,
Just can’t live without.
Not something for everyday.
Only as a special treat.
Too much of a good Wing thing,
His diet’s in defeat.
He tells the Waitress he’s ready,
To order some, no doubt.
What’s that she just said?
Wings Dings, we just ran out!??
Sadly, he sits and ponders,
As the thought of those morsels linger.
Shrugs and goes to Plan B,
“Just have the Chicken Fingers.”