Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Ode to S. Truett Cathy

Mr. Cathy I love you
I often dine on your fine food.
When hunger strikes and I feel fickle,
I order a number 1 without a pickle.

Your chicken fries up golden brown.
When I eat it, I don't frown.
The waffle fries are quite tasty--
Especially when they're crispy and not flopsy-daisy.

True, you've made my thighs expand
The size of my butt has become grand
But the taste of the food makes it worth
My ever increasing exploding girth.

The only thing that makes me vomit
Is the smelly playground with kids upon it
It could use some ventillation
to counteract the stinky-footed kid sensation.

All in all I must say
I long to eat there at least twice a day
Your chicken beckons and I must respond
I'll be there at lunch time, but until then, so long!

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