Go Large
Was in Burger King when I spied her
The other staff, mingers beside her
I ordered, hot under the collar
She asked me, go large for a dollar?
Next day, I went there quite late
I asked if she’d come on a date
You buying? I heard her boss holler
She guessed I’d go large for a dollar
We had a good date and she said
Why don’t you take me to bed
She frowned at my ‘eager young scholar’
‘So, do you go large for a dollar?’
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2021
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