McDonalds McNuggets Poem
What shall I do with these tiny nubbins
fried and tasty and outside is crispy.
Box had twenty, I could have had dozens
but just eating these made me feel filthy.
Why must I regret such forbidden love
where chicken paste is made of mystery
but they fit me like an old baseball glove
yet wreck colons like evil wizardry.
Sweet and sour dipping sauce was perfect
one nugget after another be nice
none of it made me think it be suspect
that you could get all this for a low price
If this be harmful, let me remain blind.
Allow a fat man his lunch, please be kind.
(I invite you to follow me on Twitter so you can get more of my non-sense in another medium.)
Chicken McNuggets also hold a special place in my gourmet heart. Don't be ashamed.
luvsocks
April 19, 2011 10:28 am
Hang on, aren't you on a diet, son? I see a lot of donut and fried food posts....
FN
April 19, 2011 11:12 am
You know how I feel about McNuggets bro.
I just can't put my feelings in poem so eloquently haha.
Nicholas
April 19, 2011 11:17 am
@luvsocks,
Word. Solidarity my brother.
@FN,
haha, man I eat oatmeal all the time. My weight actually hasn't gone down much so I have to really hustle before June. There's a lot of running in my future...
@Nicholas,
Yes you can bro! Do it! Poems man, that's the way to talk about nuggets.
Danny
April 20, 2011 3:45 pm