Open the doors, get in line,
Look at the menu, what'll I find?
Oh, it's been such a crappy day,
So no dollar menu for me today!
Give me a number 3, Ubersized,
And can I get some sauce for my fries?
Fill up my drink and chug chug chug
Then fill it again, my refillable mug.
“Number 712, your food is here,”
Nice to meet you number three, your end is near.
Oh that burger, what a taste,
I'll come again, believe you me, post haste!
Eat it all up, so delish,
So much better than a sandwich with fish.
And those fries, golden sticks of joy,
A feast of a meal for a girl or a boy.
I flip my fry container upside down
And I just can't help but frown...
No more burger, no more fries,
But they'll be back, headed right to my thighs.
2 comments:
ha ha ha ha....so you're one of those emotional eaters...no worries, I am too!
hahahaha yep you know it!!! also a lazy one, especially at work...
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