An Ode To McDonalds

• Heng Cheng Lukman, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2022

Scent of hot chips in the air; the long, bustling line.
I have food I won’t share – I can eat it all just fine.
The battered McNuggets, always served hot and ready.
They’re always my favourite; they’re eternally tasty.

There’s Ronald McDonald there to greet me at the door.
A soft serve gets gobbled, each bite making me want more.
I see my McFlurry and my crispy apple pie.
McDonalds, don’t worry, I’ll stay with you ‘till I die.

And as I end this trip by stepping outside the door,
Paper bag in my grip, chewing to the burger’s core.
I get inside my car, then I drive to my abode.
McDonalds, you’ve struck my heart, and made me write an ode.