~ by FringeBoy
I went to McDonald’s one Saturday night.
I walked up to the counter and ordered a tea.
The awful stuff gave me quite a fright,
For what I was drinking was pure artificiality.
I spit it out on the floor.
I said, “Adios” and
I walked out the door.
First, I would like to say how pleased I am that my son expressed himself through poetry. He wrote this a little while back and I just ran across it once again. I’m 100% on board with his thought process. I believe McDonald’s is artificial; however, who goes McDonald’s and orders only “tea”?
French Fries – Definitely.
A Big Mac – OK.
A Chocolate Shake – Very Likely.
He must have visited a British McDonald’s. It’s the only explanation.
We’re certainly not poets in our house, but creativity sideswipes us sometimes. Even my daughter was writing acrostic poetry tonight. Although my children seems to be getting groovy with their words, don’t expect to hear them at any coffee shop readings. We’re just not that cool. But, we do drink tea. That must count for something.
How about you?
Are you smitten with poetry?
Do your words pour forth in iambic pentameter?
On a scale from 1-10, how groovy are you?
I’m about a -2.