Happy Hamburger Day! (Fries are extra.)
Ode to a Hamburger
Oh, burger, sizzling on the grill,
I can not make my heart stand still.
I've got the Heinz anticipation,
That "where's the beef" articulation.
A cattle call of bovine bliss
Summoo-ns us to meat like this.
This charcoal round-up will succeed,
Behooving order—not stampede.
My nose is filled with your aroma,
I'm tripping to cholesterol coma.
You are clearly heavenly chow.
I call you my chopped "Holy Cow."
You are truly rare indeed,
In bun adorned by poppy seed.
My love for you is nothing phony.
Bull-eve me, this is not bull-oney.
You slow me with your mooving kiss,
But I'll catch up and relish this.
I crave your fat, I'm tired of starches.
Eat your heart out, Golden Arches.
—Grandpa Tucker
Copyright ©1997 by Bob Tucker
Senator What's-His-Name was not amused.
