Mcdonald's
But soft! What light breaks through windshield yonder?
It is Mickey D’s.
Shall I stop, I ponder,
or shall not stopping be my destiny?
Those bronzed french fries,
full of transfat.
Their business will die,
if they get rid of that.
Oh! Those golden arches
signify my next meal.
So what do I care of the starches?
I say, I’m getting a Happy Meal.
So if I’m sitting, eating with joy,
don’t mess with me, or my toy.
Copyright © Daron Long | Year Posted 2006
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