Posts Tagged ‘Whoppers’


the new cashier is pushing sixty / I like her grey ponytail

I like the way she took my order / she put a breeze in my old sail

Robert E. Lee is at Mickey D’s / do they take Confederate quarters?

the new cashier looks a little nervous / “sir, can I take your order?”

I fill my cup at the soda pop dispenser / I’m waiting on my number one meal

I really like the new cashier / I like the way she makes me feel

Robert E. Lee is at Mickey D’s / do they take Confederate┬ánickles?

the new cashier wonders if he’s joking / “I’ll have a Whopper hon, no pickles”

I’m not tired of Big Macs yet / I’m tired of on-line dating

rode a bus down here for lunch / back home no one’s waiting

Robert E. Lee draws his sword / on my new cashier

I’m guessing that Confederate money / is not welcome here

I go over and I kick Bob’s ass / then I ask Marie for a date

that’s her name according to her name badge / she says “a date sounds great”

Robert E. Lee is leaving Mickey D’s / he’s taking a ride with the cops

the new cashier quits her new job / and she joins me at the bus stop

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