When Burgers Attack

Mistaken Identifry

Angry Whopper stood outside the door
where Soft Taco lay bleeding.
Salsa covered the floor.
Gordida stood crying, "He's dying, you see?"
Angry Whopper just laughed,
"Dude, don't look at me."

And the fries, they came running,
"Let's drag someone in
and teach him a lesson
to pay for this sin."
So they grabbed Gordida,
"Haul this one away.
May he never know freedom
or see light of day."

And so the fast food wars continue just as they have done for over 50 years-- no winners, only losers and a clown at the top. That's right, I failed to pack my own lunch yesterday. Maybe someday I'll pen poems about peanut butter sandwiches. Maybe I already have?

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Comments

[Liv]

This has got to be your finest work Billy! Love it.

[RecycleBill]

Liv, you're too kind. Thanks.

[gmarie]

Too much! I like this-

[RecycleBill]

Thanks gmarie!