Frances May

Rookie (1991 / Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents)

Mcdonalds Crush - Poem by Frances May

You stand behind the counter.
I stare at your eyes
They look far more delicious
Than my ketchup and fries.

Would you like ice with that?
You sound like your in a hurry
I order more and more and more
I didn't even want that mcflurry.

Oh my McDonalds crush
I love you more than burger cheese
I flutter my eyelashes and lick my lips.
You say: '£4.20 please'.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 2, 2008

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