corndog_
Really Really Experienced
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- Sep 23, 2010
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Happymealius
I met a traveler from an antic land
Who said: "The patty seems to be of stone,
The bun uncrumbly. And the fries! Oh, man!
Some punk, whose clownish visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of gold command
Us that his fry cooks well our passions read,
We that survive, stuffed with these lifeless things:
The hand that cooked them and our heartburn fed.
And on the colored box these words appear:
'My name is Ron Mcdonaldus, King of Pangs:
Look on your lunch, obese ones, and despair!'
Untouched, the food remains without decay.
E'en dogs won't touch this meal. 'S houndless. We stare--
The desiccated meat matures. Beware!
[beep] "You want falafel with that?"