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Big Mac

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McMar’s old man didn't like him much
But he never wondered why
All sorts of horrid demons
Could seen in the old man's eye

McMar’s own mother, Doreeane
Couldn’t wait to deliver her son
They say he tipped the scale
Right around 10.1

The nurses couldn’t believe it
The young one brought him in
“Here’s your new Big Mac”, she said
With a happy little grin

Doree said, Oh, Motherload! 
I’m having a heart attack
How in the world did you ever know
I was thinking of calling him Mac

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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