April 7, 2005


(a sonnet for Ronald)

If everyone was forced to eat Big Max
Each day with chocolate shake and salty fries
A billion men would have to buy new slacks
Their old ones wouldn't fit around their thighs

As sev'ral billion chunky women stare
In full length mirrors that reveal their plight
The anthem 'I've got nothing left to wear'
Would frustrate many families day and night

The kids line up for salt and sugar hits
To basic fare we add desserts and pies
Condemn them to an unfit life,with zits
And A D D appears, what a surprise

All hail the ten foot Max with silly shoes
Who welcomes you to dine, what's there to lose?

Posted by alan at 11:52 PM | Comments (2)