Hot or Cold, It's All Lunch to Me!

Hot or Cold, It's All Lunch to Me!

A Poem by HB

I after-taste like french fries,
I here-now taste like gum
All minty-fresh and sparkling,
Going plip-plop on my tongue.

The fries were nice and hot,
With a crispy outer skin.
The burned my mouth a lot,
But I kept shoveling 'em right on in
!

Now my tongue it kind of hates me,
And my mouth it is real sore.
So I'll get a Wendy's frosty,
'Cuz soft-serve chocolate's insta-cure!

Oct 23, 2010

© 2011 HB


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