"An Ode to Wendy's" by Latty Pax

The smell of warmth and cheerfulness,

 Is my favorite part, I must confess,

I sit and wait, my stomach feels dead,

I start begging to the girl whose hair shines bright red.

I make my order like a architect sculpting a statue,

I get so excited I dash for the loo.

The tantalizing sound of the fryers leaves me shaking,

The constant pouring of the fountain sodas leaves me quaking.

I sit like a king at my usual table,

My stomach rumbles and whinnies, like horses in the stable.

The cashier calls my number, I sprint to the counter like an Olympic runner.

My wait is finally complete,

The spread is so breathtaking I am unable to speak.

My heartbeat rises like a tsunami on the high seas.

My stomach and I want to thank you, Wendy’s.