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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