French fries, a milkshake, and a double cheeseburger please. A poem about fast food. The format is; Senryu.

You will never imagine what could happen on a day on the farm.

I am not a big Mac but like to drive thru rap freestyle.

In some SuperMarkets you can really get good deals on their "Buy one, Get one free" items. The bottom line of course is to sell more of the items that don’t sell to good. People of course don’t need more fats and fatty oils. They feed the kids mostly all those things and down the road obesity sets in and the fast food industry gets ALL the blame.

A story how someone got fired, maybe they will feel better about their situation.

A rhyme poem, answer revealed at the bottom.

To remember something worth while.

An invitation to a fresh breath of life.

The Best Drive-Thru’s.

Worst Fast-Food Burger.