Cluck Cluck. (Photo credit: Allie’s.Dad)

Two birds converged on a yellow arch
And sorry they weren’t served inside
Within one Nugget, long they stood
And looked inside as long as they could
To where the “meat” was filled with starch

Then checked the drive thru, as must be done
And seeing perhaps some better food
Because it was greasy and had a bun
Though perhaps some smoking gun
Would prove that the burger once had mooed

And in the salad equally lay
Some leaves the dressing had turned black
Oh, the birds, they now flew another way
Full knowing that chefs them better could flay
And doubted if they should ever come back

They shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two birds converged on an arch to vie
For the chance to be a McThigh
But the slop they saw caused offense.