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Jul 2017
Your deep-fried-food allergy has given you an itchy, bumpy rash &
you can't chew good because you lost 26 teeth in a fiery plane crash
that also burned up your hefty store of U.S. central bank paper cash
“Would you like a burger or a wiener?” A he/she asked me for fun.
“Either is fine with me,” said I, “'cause both I can cram in my bun.”
“Wanna burger or a sausage wiener?” A he/she asked chewin' gum.
“Either's o.k. with me,” cried I, “as I'll insert 'em far into me ***.”
“Want a hamburger or a fat wiener?” Queried an Indian on the run.
“Your shoes're untied,” I said, as I blew out his brains with my gun.
ꜱᴜᴢʏ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ
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ꜱᴜᴢʏ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ  Simpang Bedok, Singapore
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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