Mayor Bloomberg As The Nanny Poem by John F. McCullagh

Mayor Bloomberg As The Nanny



Do you really need that second slice?
Don't you dare to super size!
Guzzling down large sugary drinks-
Do you really think that's wise?

Your hamburger is much too large
I'd cur it down to size
until its like those square ones
that White Castle serves sans fries.

I taught the City not to smoke,
in that I was thought wise.
Unhand that Nathans hot dog!
It will go straight to your thighs.

I guess I'm just a Puritan,
my happiness undone,
by the thought that somewhere, someone
might still be having fun.

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