A poem written by Angela Lasher

McDonalds

McDonald's is not my kind of place!
There are no hamburgers in my face.
No pickles up my nose.

There are no French fries between my toes.
There is no ketchup running down my back.
I don't want my money back.

Because I'm not gonna have another heartattack!

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