A Poetry Book – Please, can I have some more fast food

A Perfect Banana Split

Where’s my perfect banana split
I want it tasty and not wrong a bit

The flavors I want are chocolate, vanilla and strawberry
I want to ice cream 100% dairy,
And I also want it topped with a cherry

No spinach, corn or carrots
And no walnuts, feed them to our ferret

I want to eat it with my bandana
and don’t ask why
Don’t forget the whipped cream or I’ll cry

Now I’ll taste it to know how good it seems
And wait, you forgot the banana

My Fish Sticks

My fish sticks
They’re as hard as bricks

My fish sticks
They’re making me sick

My fish sticks
They weren’t even fried

My fish sticks
Without my soda, I could have cried

My fish sticks
I want them with ketchup

My fish sticks
I would rather drink from a dirty cup

Chicken Numbers

One chicken wing
make me do nothing

Two chicken wings
can make me sing

Three chicken wings
can make me cry

Four chicken wings
can make me pry

Five chicken wings
can make me a king

I Hate Soda

I hate soda!

I hate Coke
once it made me choke

I hate Sprite
I think it can bite

I hate Fanta
I would rather not get a present from Santa

I hate crush
I would rather give my teeth a brush

A Un-weird Pizza

I would like my pizza …

made with the sauce of tomato
no … potato

made with mozzarella cheese
no … the honey of bees

made with pepperoni
no … baloney

made with mushrooms
no … the end of brooms

made with bacon strips
no … parts of a ship

made with BBQ pulled pork
no … the silver of a fork

made with garlic bread
no … squid instead

So, that’s a un-weird pizza

I’m the Hamburger King

I’m the hamburger king!

You don’t know how many sandwiches
I can bring.

When there’s a lot of customers
I go cha-ching!

I make it with beef, cheese, lettuce,
tomato, onion and bacon
between a bun.
Once, I sold on to a nun.

For sides, I serve fruit, and fries.
Even a burger-hater buys!

Well I’m the hamburger king!
and you don’t know how many sandwiches I can bring.