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Sunday, May 08, 2005

Poem: Wendy's gave me the finger

An excerpt from
Angus offers Wendy’s a hand.
by Angus O'Mann

The jokes have started, course they would:
Their chili’s finger-lickin’ good!
Their finger food is really fun!
Their burgers come in human buns!

Sales are down through Wendy’s system
As a fan I will assist them.
And urge them not to hide or choke.
They need to get in on the joke.

You’re in the news each day, don’t blow it.
Listen to your Fast Food Poet:
Your next promotion is be a dilly:
Body parts in every Chili!

It’ll set the competition cursin’.
Collect ‘em all and build a person!
Bev got ankle! Phil got toes!
Pam got a nose that really blows!

Sam gave pinkies to sweet Bridget
(Her collections in the double digits!)
Jim got earlobes. So did Billy!
Lucky Sue got her first Willy!

A call to arms!

The copycats will be infernal:
KFC made with real Colonel
Chicken Patties with real Patty.
Kid’s meals with real Lass and Laddie.

Windows like this will be shut
By Taco Box and Pizza Butt.
There’s digging at Roy Roger’s grave
White Castle’s fattening up each knave.

So come on Wendy’s, do not fail us
You started this whole digitalis.
To miss this chance would be so silly.
You’ll get the thumbs-up from your chili!

copyright 2005 Angus O'Mann, Fast Food Poet


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