Well, years ago I went down
to MacDonald's in the Embarcadero
in SF for breakfast,
and I read the menu and felt hungry,
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And thus, a manager is born...you know, the one with a brain, and who knows more than what is on the menu! Thanks Max. for reminding me there really are people in the world with BRAINS! By the way, did they have griddle cakes as well?
I slice of everyday life which tells the reader a lot more about you and your capacity to take life less that seriously, than the corporate giant you are making fun of in this lighthearted serve (delicious with maple syrup too) . What's in a name, eh? That which we in Oz call a pancake, or pikelet would taste just as good, methinks. Great poem. love, Allie xxxx