Mayhem At Mcdonalds
Mercantilist's eating's math
noon at McDonalds, what a blast,
resolve the crowding, in youths path
the refill pop, the greatest lathe!
A happy wave, the managers wrath
is so subdued, her profits stag
is coinciding teamwork's staff
Keep quiet a bit, my poem grows ~ half!
This wanderings rebuff, seeming quaff,
I must find sustenance, not graft
IT'S HERE ~ the burger, fries, compact
so journey's reason, eat ~ no flack~
I'll learn to write, booth, table's track
vacations harboring of new facts,
so commonplace, all drive-ins have
their time, your stomach . . . last/alas!
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