Chicken Nugget Mountain
The ominous “M” loomed above me
As the Clown beckoned at his knee.
The grimy floor smelled of cleaner
And the cashier couldn’t have been meaner
As flies danced a jig in a jamboree.
We rode through the waves of Sweet Tea
And opened boxes unconsciously.
Steam exuded in thick streamers
As we climbed Chicken Nugget Mountain
The Breading was soft and easy,
Even if it made us slightly queasy.
We wouldn’t be leaving any leaner.
The ranch had an oily sheen, her
Eyes looked on hungrily
As we climbed Chicken Nugget Mountain
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