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.
