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!