Mcdonald's Poem by Lamar Cole
Mcdonald's
He thought that McDonald's was the best restaurant under the sky.
He loved their burgers, shakes, and fries.
They didn't take all of his money.
And it was a good place to take his honey.
At McDonald's, he is the King.
Because on the menu he can afford everything.
Saturday, September 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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8/20/2025 4:46:10 AM # 1.0.0
No, Burger King is where you're king, they say Because you can have it your way! But, Mickey D's is always a good standby for inexpensive dates! : -)