(note: I am challenging myself to write every day for 30 days. What follows may not necessarily be interesting or even coherent. Parental discretion is advised.)
What is this morsel I hold between trembling fingers?
That leaves such a dance in the mouth and lingers?
Nay, not a penis ye foul-minded sir —
I speak of course, of the glorious hamburger.
Today arriving at my local Five Guys,
they served me a meal without any fries.
Because that is how we do, my good sir —
When all we really need is a bad ass hamburger.
Bacon, onions, grilled mushrooms and cheese
Green peppers and steak sauce for that extra tease.
It’s hard to think of other words that rhymes with sir
Excepting of course, the invincible hamburger.
Heck with that plant thing, Beyond Meat
I’d take that patty and throw it onto the street.
My girlfriend says she likes it, well God bless her
But it just doesn’t compare, to the almighty hamburger.
Got to go my friends, it’s been a lot of fun
Need to get back to munching on my bun.
It won’t take long before I start to ramble and slur —
Caught up in the throes of making love, to the Hamburgler.
FIN.
