Hamburger, hamburger,Beef patty 'twixt bun,
I like 'em cooked rare,
No, please not well done!
A third of a pound,
Of ground beef, grade A.
Trust me, you won't throw
One morsel away.
Heap on the extras,
Toppings galore,
Pickle, onion,
Mustard and more.
Cheeseburger with mushrooms,
All melty with goo,
A side of French-fried
Po-tah-toes, too.
Three strips of bacon,
And grilled onions, hoss.
And, hey, while you're at it,
Some barbecue sauce!
The dominion of burgers
Has a dark side as well:
Burger King, Wendy's,
From Hamburger Hell.
McDonald's hamburgers,
That shit's no good.
I sure don't eat them.
Nobody should!
But mostly hamburgers
Are juicy-delicious,
Utterly beefy,
And fairly nutritious.
So fry 'em up, hurry!
Grill me some chow.
I got a cravin'
For ground-up dead cow.
For more lousy, food-related poetry:
Ode on the Anchovy
Ode on Beef Jerky
nwb
