Classwork: Poem about hamburger
"Comewhy don't you talk to meand takes out the damn recyclable paper wrappingthat involves meand look at the delicious hamburger from Sonic menuwith a sauce that tries to give you the impressionwhich is a succulent meat made by a chefserving your meal in small, expensive portions?there when the smell of meat saucetomato lettuce and picklesis irresistibleirresistible as the stereotypical blonde girl in a mini skirtand thick legs that distributes party flyers in traffic at noonirresistible as sadnessirresistible like youforget about you for a moment and give me a bitetear off the piece and judge if it's goodonlypleasetake the picklethe pickle is horrible"