"mcflurries" poems - Hello Poetry

the other day i sat alone having lunch in a McDonalds. i found the Big Mac enjoyable and the wedge fries good enough but what i truly loved was the cold-ass Oreo McFlurry. actually, that's a half-lie because the cold-ass Oreo McFlurry wasn't the only thing i truly loved from that McDonalds lunch. when i was McSpooning the creamy goodness using my left hand, the hand that should be reserved for ice cream related endeavors, this girl wearing a polka-dot dress and a beret came in, stood in line, and i heard her order: Big Mac, wedge fries and an Oreo McFlurry. she anxiously tapped her right foot, the foot that should be reserved for tapping, and i felt love for the first time in months. i didn't know her but i was in love. it was the kind of momentary love developed for strangers that makes you think: **** I wish we could sit together in silence at a McDonalds, mouths full, eating Big Macs, wedge fries and McFlurries being the envy of McDonalds residents." and then the stranger asks for her order to go and the universe collapses. the momentary love begins fading slowly and the fantasy is enveloped by greasy fast food smells. reality is a ***** girl in the polka-dot dress and beret. it's been 5 minutes since you left. i miss you. it's been 10 minutes since you left. i've tried forgetting you.

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Nov 3, 2015

Nov 3, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC

chris-t

McRomance

the other day i sat alone having lunch in a McDonalds. i found the Big Mac enjoyable and the wedge fries good enough but what i truly loved was the cold-ass Oreo McFlurry. actually, that's a half-lie because the cold-ass Oreo McFlurry wasn't the only thing i truly loved from that McDonalds lunch. when i was McSpooning the creamy goodness using my left hand, the hand that should be reserved for ice cream related endeavors, this girl wearing a polka-dot dress and a beret came in, stood in line, and i heard her order: Big Mac, wedge fries and an Oreo McFlurry. she anxiously tapped her right foot, the foot that should be reserved for tapping, and i felt love for the first time in months. i didn't know her but i was in love. it was the kind of momentary love developed for strangers that makes you think: **** I wish we could sit together in silence at a McDonalds, mouths full, eating Big Macs, wedge fries and McFlurries being the envy of McDonalds residents." and then the stranger asks for her order to go and the universe collapses. the momentary love begins fading slowly and the fantasy is enveloped by greasy fast food smells. reality is a ***** girl in the polka-dot dress and beret. it's been 5 minutes since you left. i miss you. it's been 10 minutes since you left. i've tried forgetting you.

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They say nothing is louder than silence and I used to believe them Now I know that nothing is louder than these memories that are ghostly fragments scattered all across this town Wherever I go, I cannot outrun these ghosts of what we used to be These memories are dusty book piles on the floor of my room I can't reach my bed without tripping over them at least twice, but thank God that the ghosts are there to catch me I remember when they used to ask me: why do you want to leave this country? And my reply used to be: it's too **** cold But ********* my hands have been frozen since those last mcflurries we shared Even though it's mid-June, it's colder than it was a month ago A month ago all the books were still open My fingers just keep trembling from all the closing

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC

Pineanasapple

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They say nothing is louder than silence and I used to believe them Now I know that nothing is louder than these memories that are ghostly fragments scattered all across this town Wherever I go, I cannot outrun these ghosts of what we used to be These memories are dusty book piles on the floor of my room I can't reach my bed without tripping over them at least twice, but thank God that the ghosts are there to catch me I remember when they used to ask me: why do you want to leave this country? And my reply used to be: it's too **** cold But ********* my hands have been frozen since those last mcflurries we shared Even though it's mid-June, it's colder than it was a month ago A month ago all the books were still open My fingers just keep trembling from all the closing

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On that misty day we were walking through the traffic Standing at the cross road just waiting For the light to turn green We walked and walked and saw a baby I waved at him, he smiled back at me We were talking with our Mcflurries on our knees Sometimes I just buried my face in it pretend I was eating I said something funny You cracked up so much Then you stared at me I went back to eating Mcflurries are melting so I gotta hurry But I see that you're still staring at me With a grin I said What?You said Nothing! We walked and walked and sat on a bench Some old people were doing Tai-chi We made out but don't want them to notice I looked you in the eyes, you asked what?I said Nothing. You asked me not to write you in my poems But since I still have some Mcflurry left Would you wanna share it?

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC

maggieYCW

Mcflurry

On that misty day we were walking through the traffic Standing at the cross road just waiting For the light to turn green We walked and walked and saw a baby I waved at him, he smiled back at me We were talking with our Mcflurries on our knees Sometimes I just buried my face in it pretend I was eating I said something funny You cracked up so much Then you stared at me I went back to eating Mcflurries are melting so I gotta hurry But I see that you're still staring at me With a grin I said What?You said Nothing! We walked and walked and sat on a bench Some old people were doing Tai-chi We made out but don't want them to notice I looked you in the eyes, you asked what?I said Nothing. You asked me not to write you in my poems But since I still have some Mcflurry left Would you wanna share it?

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