I was writing this rhyme the other day
Trying to think of some words to say
And with a spark of blind ambition
That some might call a premonition
I caught the thought that I was wishing
I needed a rhyme that lacked all nutrition
So I took my cue from a fast food menu
And listed all the stuff I knew would kill you
I started with the cheese and the fat for the fries
Then pondered the shakes and the Eskimo pies
The burgers themselves are not too bad
If a slab of meat was all you had
But when you top it with bread and slap on the mayo
Your thighs and your tummy won’t look like J Lo
So now is the time I got to warn you
That this rhyme ain’t no good for you.
