Mc Donald’s Burger? Off!

I’m told where there are savouries,
And Ronald’s got time for me –
At Mc Donald’s where he’ll entertain
And feed my fam-il-ee.

His bovine graveyard’s nasty,
But that’s straying from the point
So with a veggie-burger on my plate
I’ll review this fast-food joint.

I’ve not got a passion for queueing,
Though they think it suits me fine.
I could have finished reading ‘War and Peace’
While I stood there in that line.

The counter staff seemed trained to take
Every order with a smile,
And a creepy, cheap sincerity
That made me want to run a mile.

I bought a veggie burger,
With onion, sauce and cheese,
And a lurkin’ gherkin trying hard
To counteract the grease.

But I like my waist just where it is,
Don’t wanna mourn it’s passin’,
Have massive clothes built like marquees
I cannot fit my ass in.

Throughout the place it’s bright and clean
(I should say something in its favour),
But I can’t be doing with smarmy staff
And grub devoid of flavour.

So… burger? Off. Mc Donald’s,
You can take all your food away.
I would sooner eat its cardboard box,
“Thank You and Have a Nice Day!”