Entries in Fast Food Delights (71)
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Think Outside The Bun
The Fiesta Platters rocked the Bell
as Taco sang the lead.
Ronald shouted, "He's illegal!!
He's a different breed!"
Gordida, he was playing bass--
a hot-n-spicy Salsa riff.
And the songs they played, a tribute
to the long since fallen, Biff.
The King, he waited down the street,
always looking towards the border
and with every scream his subjects cried
he shouted, "Out of order!"
And though he hated Taco so,
he'd been forced to let him cross
fearing the day he knew would come
when Taco, he'd be boss.
Tetley waited at the bar
with her very own sweet tea
while burritos catered her every whim
waiting on their bended knees.
The Dairy Queen was heard to scream,
"Why won't they wait on me?"
The Fiesta Platters rocked the Bell
as Taco sang the lead.
This, the 71st episode of Fast Food Delights, the story of the Fast Food Wars, has been brought to you by the many merchants of the Blogsboro Strip Mall and users of the Blogsboro Toolbar.
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PrintAttack Of The Breakfast Sandwiches
McGriddle lead them in the back,
a kids pack in his hand.
Cream and Sugar screamed aloud,
their presence he'd not planned.
McMuffin came in laughing loud
as he leveled deadly blows.
Cream and Sugar screamed no more
and the gravy stained in flows.
Biscuits kept a lookout
as the arches, they went black.
Who'd a thought an inside job,
we thought they had a pact?
Big Mac and the Whopper,
their plans had come undone
and Ronald, he was laying low
not having any fun
More Fast Food Poetry
Ah So, An Egg Roll And Wonton Soup To Boot
A Mandarin chicken clucked in Chinese,
said, “For just a Frosty
I’ll do anything you please,”
but Wendy, hot and juicy,
couldn’t understand a word
and served-up fresh chili
to the funny talking bird.
This has been another of my Fast Food Poems always served frozen, never fresh but always on time.
The End Of The Fast Food War
Fortune Awaits
Or Ruminations Eating Fast Food
“Fortune Awaits. Peel Now.”
But peeling reveals only Baltic Avenue
and the B&O Railroad--
a street I can’t drive
and another train whose whistle I can’t blow.
What about the free food,
fries, burgers, shakes,
and the promise of a fortune?
I know, fortune awaits...
And I'm still looking for Boardwalk.
Fast Food Poetry is made possible by Greensboro Authors & Musicians.
Southern Fried Condemned To Die
Southern Fried Sweet Apple Pie
Her turkey breasts were firm and fresh
as the Subway's lights went down
on tader tots too hot to trot--
salsa spilled upon the ground.
Her taco, it was open wide
and screaming, "Where's the beef?"
while old McDonald watched us all
and the Big Fish swam the reef.
She was southern fried, sweet apple pie
so sweet she'd make you rot
and all the fries who went inside
deserved just what they got.
And though they'd planned to wash their hands
it'd not cure what they got
for even though she fed them all
she burnt the whole lot.
Just when you thought it was safe to go back into the restaurant, Fast Food Delights and late night fights, they haunt your every bite-- good to the last drop!
Burger Boogie Time!
Wendy rang the Taco Bell,
Burger King, he played guitar,
Ronald clowned on center stage,
sang, “I’m gonna be a star.
Chick Filet, she danced so fine
showing off her perfect thighs,
teasing Big Mac, “If you dance with me
I’ll give you my surprise.”
But the Fries, they’re still dancing,
fries dancing in the street,
dancing to that funky sound,
boogie to the fast food beat.
Big Mac said, “Babe, I can’t dance
for I fear I’ll fall apart,”
So Chick, she danced with Wendy
and broke poor Big Mac’s heart.
And the party lasted hours,
all day and through the night
while the Combo Classics played their tunes
and dodged the French Fries’ fights.
But the Fries, they’re still dancing,
fries dancing in the street,
dancing to that funky sound,
boogie to the fast food beat.
Then finally come morning light
when the party had died down
fast food scattered everywhere,
strewn all about the ground.
But the Fries, they’re still dancing,
fries dancing in the street,
dancing to that funky sound,
boogie to the fast food beat.
dancing to that funky sound,
boogie to the fast food beat.
Fast Food Porn
Captain John said to Chick Filet,
“Hey Babe, let’s fudrucker.
We can party platter ‘til we drop.
Bojangles, he’s a sucker.”
Bojangles said, “I’ll bust your head
you mess with my Chick Filet!”
And while the two, they fought it out,
I clucked Filet all day.
Are You Afraid Of Clowns?
BK and his courtesans laid piled upon his bed
while Ronald, court jester, stands upon his head.
But Ronald, the villain, the red headed clown
lives but for the day he steals BK's crown.
Five Alarm Fire!
The Steak And Shake was quaking,
pretty girls in slight attire,
while across the street, Panera,
he was dreaming of a fire;
thinking of a target
there could be no other way.
Steak And Shake would burn
but it wouldn't burn today...
to be continued...
Home, Home On The Gas Range?
Chipotle rode into the town
a hired gun working for the clown,
his snack wrap hung low by his side.
BBQ was going to die.
A wanted chicken, price tag on his head,
BBQ would soon be dead.
A new impostor takes his place
while old Boss Hog, he falls from grace.
So as we wait for noon day sun
the marshals, they all turn to run.
Chipotle, snack pack blazin' hot,
as the clock strikes noon...
he fires one shot...
and the battle rages on.
And so it is, the Fast Food Delights and the fast food fights continue only on BloggingPoet.com.
