Ode To Mcdonald's Hash Browns
Forbidden Pleasure
This morning I had a Hash brown
Something I almost never do
It was greasy and hot
And I liked it a lot
I was sorely tempted
To go back and buy two
The girlish squeals from my booth
Were embarrassing in truth
But I simply could not
Contain my delight
The smile on my face
Could not be erased
As it only grew wider
With each bite
One hundred fifty calories
Seemed as naught to my belly
As I scarfed the last morsel down
And I was not really conscious
Of regret or guilty conscience
Only the memory
Of that Heavenly
…Hash Brown…
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