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McDonald's

Waiting in the fast food line

Get my food just right this time

i guess i have some time to rhyme

 

McDonald's, please, do deliver

my beautiful, big, burger hither

And i'll begin to shiver

 

Quarter pound of sheer delight

i just can't wait for that first bite

Soon, i'll be alright

 

Finally, my order comes,

Steaming, hot, delicious bun

And now i'm back on the run

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Written by
ellewoods
Published
Feb 27
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12·67
Notes

Sadly, I can no longer eat McDonald's because their food is processed with an allergen of mine. Still, I'll never forget the taste of their ultra-processed meats and amazing fries.

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