Oh,  How I love thee, King Burger.
Even after your whopper and shake,
It is a surprise no one will ******
You for not having cake.

Maybe you should marry
A gal who can finely cook
A tasty dish out of dairy
And make  her a queen to look.

Live in a castle so large
Colored white all around
Much more grand than a barge
To a peasant t’would astound

These are the things I should love
As fast food is a gift from above.