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fast food 2

If you think the first restaurant was bad, Well this one Is worse, There’s a dead guy in the kitchen, Brought in by the hearse. Boogers in the burgers, Flies are in the soup, The smell of chicken clutter, Is coming from the coup. The cow is just a mooing, And spitting in the fries, The chicken is a cooking, We can all hear her cries. A boa constrictor is in the dishes, Hissing at the cat, The pig is just a squealing cause their pumping out his fat. If you order a drink here, You may live to regret, For the first taste of wonder, Is a rat “that little pest”! I’ll put it plain and simple, In fact, I’ll tell it well, If you decide to keep eating here, Surely you’ll go through hell.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 10/14/2015 4:40:00 AM
Think I'll pass this eating at this delightful establishment lol:-) hugs jan xx
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