Maneuvering down the road, making my way home,

I’m tired and bored, checking my phone.

Then suddenly, I smell a smell.

Oh, what a wonderful aroma, and I could tell

That I was coming upon the place, where fries they did sell.

Swerving through three lanes

Just to quench my hunger pains.

Imagining the salt, grease, and fat.

Like a squirrell needs nuts, I need that.

I screech to a halt in the line,

But still I don’t feel fine.

Not until those fries become mine

Will I be able to dine.

I don’t want no milkshake,

Or some pie that they bake,

Fries are my only desire.

Finally I pull to the front as my spirits get higher

and my need for the fries becomes dire,

But when I ask for fries, no more, no less

I find I am at Panda Express.