Fast food is so rude
It burps in your face
It pushes past
Can't be last
You've lost the race
Before you've started
Your taste's departed
Senses numbed
In a burger bun.
But try to beat it-
Swerve that salad
Limp and tasteless
Dodge a Dominos
(Cos what is on it
Only God knows)
You'll just get fatter
Wear a tent
It just won't matter
You'll get rounder
After a greasy
Quarter pounder
A 'large' of chips
To wear on your hips
Is worth avoiding
If you don't want
Your stomach voiding.
Chicken wings
Are dangerous things
Dipped in dodgy
MSG
Served in a bucket
Colonel Saunders didn't cook it
But he'll take your cash
In exchange for that rash
So turn your nose up
At that lukewarm wedge
Buy a book
On how to cook veg.
You'll find yourself
In a better mood
If you spit in the eye
Of Mr Fast Food
Tell Ronald
He's just a clown
He should burger off
And leave this town.
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Author:
Keith (
Offline) - Published: February 4th, 2022 15:41
- Comment from author about the poem: Just wanted to have a go at a more relaxed style - was challenged to write this by one of my kids.....not sure Maccy Ds will use it in their publicity...but...
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
Love this! So funny (luckily I never got the rash after Kentucky!). Will forward to my daughter who never eats Fast Food - she’ll say “I told you so”.
Many thanks, Rozina...
Good fun write, fast food is awful, I ALWAYS cook, as I have been for over sixty years, and you are welcome to drop in anytime.
Andy
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