Ode to the Burger

They say there are seven wonders

Created by the earth,

But no one ever mentions

The burger's birth.

 

With every fresh bite devoured

A baby laughs for the first time.

To waste a single precious ounce

Would be quite a crime.

 

If ever life is getting rough

Or you are feeling down,

You can always find nirvana

At the burger joint in town.

 

How do I know this?

You may of me implore.

I'm a food connoisseur

And trust me, I've explored.

 

I know every flavor that exists,

I won't pretend.

And a juicy burger

Always cheers me up, my friend.

 

So when you're feeling blue,

Or even maybe green,

Go out and get a burger.

You'll learn exactly what I mean.

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