I made my friend a hamburger
Upon a little grill
I put it on a toasted bun
And gave it every frill
Lettuce, onion, pickles and cheese
Even a dash of salt
But still this burger lacked one thing
It wasn't the burger's fault
I gave it ketchup, gave it mayo
I gave it all I had
But still she said this poor hamburger
Tasted rather bad
Into her kitchen she did walk
And went straight to the fridge
And pulling out her mustard
She used more than a smidge
A giant glob upon the bun
I thought she should use less
But she ate every bite
And made a giant mess
The moral of this story is
Even when you give a lot
Your friends will always want
The thing you haven't got.
Author notes
This is unfortunatly a true account of my meal perperations from saturday..and yes, I was disgusted. But I shouldn't complain...usually she wont finish her meal.
Written September 2nd, 2006
In a list
What did you think
Comments
-
Mmmm.. Hamburger *drools*
*lol* You are SUCH a strange individual! But it makes for great poetry! Don't loose that sense of humor!! -
You really reeled me in with this poem and I like it so much..because burgers are my favorite food ever..and that's the truth! This is a darling poem! And I like clam chowder, too!
-
I liked the cadence of this poem, as well as it's entertainment value. The last stanza is so true, so true! Nicely done.
Adding your comment:
1 old applause
