In a world of golden arches, under neon lights so bright,
McDonald's calls to me, with promises so right.
I step inside, the smell of fries in the air,
Wondering if my gut will protest, if it's fair.
But here I am, a hungry soul,
Doubts in my mind, but I'm on a roll.
The menu's vast, choices so divine,
Hoping my stomach will say, "All is fine."
McDonald's, oh McDonald's, under the yellow glow,
Bite into a burger, let the doubts go.
Fries on the side, a cola so sweet,
Maybe, just maybe, my gut's in for a treat.
They say it's fast food, quick on the go,
No time for worries, just let it flow.
The patties sizzle, the cheese melts,
In this fast-food haven, where hunger dwells.
Skeptical glances at the drive-thru line,
A whisper in my mind, "Will I be fine?"
But the taste, oh the taste, a guilty pleasure,
Maybe, just maybe, it's a hidden treasure.
McDonald's, oh McDonald's, under the yellow glow,
Bite into a burger, let the doubts go.
Fries on the side, a cola so sweet,
Maybe, just maybe, my gut's in for a treat.
They say it's greasy, they say it's bold,
But I'm here for the stories yet to be told.
A nugget in hand, a sauce to dip,
Crossing my fingers for a smooth digestion trip.
In the aftermath, as the wrappers unfold,
I ponder the tales that the skeptics told.
But my stomach's quiet, no rumbling sound,
Maybe McDonald's love is safe and sound.
I may not understand the secrets within,
But tonight, in my belly, it's not a sin.
A happy meal dance, a satisfied grin,
Maybe, just maybe, I've found my win.
McDonald's, oh McDonald's, under the yellow glow,
Bite into a burger, let the doubts go.
Fries on the side, a cola so sweet,
Maybe, just maybe, my gut's in for a treat.
So here's to you, Ronald, and your clownish delight,
For a meal that may not cause a gut's endless fight.
In the world of fast food, where legends unfurl,
Maybe, just maybe, McDonald's is my world.
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