Ode To McDonald's Hash BrownsA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Title says it allForbidden Pleasure This morning I had a Hash brown Something I almost never do It was greasy and hot And I liked it a lot I was sorely tempted To go back and buy two The girlish squeals from my booth Were embarrassing in truth But I simply could not Contain my delight The smile on my face Could not be erased As it only grew wider With each bite One hundred fifty calories Seemed as naught to my belly As I scarfed the last morsel down And I was not really conscious Of regret or guilty conscience Only the memory Of that Heavenly …Hash Brown… © 2015 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Author's Note
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1 Review Added on December 6, 2015 Last Updated on December 6, 2015 AuthorDavid O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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