No Burnt Fries Poem by David Darbyshire
No Burnt Fries
Really I was just testing,
please don't take it so hard.
I didn't realize you were resting,
you should stay on guard.
I suppose you know this
means you have failed.
You should have concentrated
the test you could have nailed.
Don't worry you can take it again,
this time try and use your brain.
No more sleeping or closing your eye's,
when you work at MacDonald's there are no burnt fries.
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5/4/2024 6:49:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
dave...that job's not for me...too much dreaming on my feet...love...nalini