When it comes to burgers
I’m defenseless.
Cover one in buffalo sauce
And I’d chow it like I’m reckless.
I’ll give ya a mad lib:
Fill in a sound a stomach makes
When it sees a burger
And rumbles like an earthquake.
I get it,
I’m no Tennyson.
But I also won’t bargain for any burger
That you happen to jettison.
I don’t have
Victorian principles,
But I’m also so hungry
I’m forgetting to count syllables.
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