Subject: Ode to McRib Date: Thu, 14 May 1998 00:47:05 -0400 From: "B. S. Blair" Ode to McRib, A Collection of Bad Haikus, by Sue Blair ------------ attention rednecks from the land of killer clowns comes processed swine slab parts is parts, they say I'm fairly sure this is pork passed the FDA is this organic? yikes, I thought I saw it move possessed by satan Frankenstein patty Pork as it was intended according to spam malformed meat creature swimming through barbeque sauce in soggy bun swamp thing not of nature like McNuggets, but grosser it's McPig Jewels fried on non-flame grill rib shape without the substance where's the beef?, indeed rather like cube steak sinew, gristle, cartilage tooth grinding on bone teeth crunching through fat was that a piece of my tooth? another crown gone onions and pickles disguise the bland boiled pork taste sauce, where is thy bite? extra bone chips, please special orders piss us off so we fuck them up scalding coffee, please to kill the taste in my mouth contact my lawyer out the car window though the odor lingers on Hope it will degrade no bones about it or in it, for that matter where's the rib, brother? did you take the rib to create Mrs. Ronald? put the fucker back Stop bitching, McFly what do you want for three bucks? Would you like fries, sir?