McDonaldland

McDonaldland

A Poem by Drea
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Reflections after a summertime stint at a job many of us have regretfully had to endure at one time or another.

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There is something which disturbs me
In fact it rather perturbs me
When mother Sue lets dear little Bobby
Mangle, tangle, and destroy the lobby
Catsup spills, malt globs, and pickles
Lettuce shreds, lost pennys and nickels
Half eaten Big Macs dropped on the floor
Trails of straw wrappers lead to the door
Hot apple turnover spread on the wall
Oh Yes! I am sure little Bobby had a ball
Table now smothered with food and a tray
Bobby's frazzled mother and son slink away
So we lowly workers do what pittance paid for
Wipe the table and scrub the chairs

Mop the Ronald Red floor
Scrape cement fudge caramel 

Obliterate the grime
Make it Mcsparkle in record breaking time
Leave no fingerprints upon the glass
Until another little Bobby comes to pass

© 2008 Drea


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I love this... It's powerful message is cloaked behind the dripping sarcastic humor. Good job.

Posted 16 Years Ago


ahaha..this made me giggle.

mcdonalds sucks! im sorry you had to work there. =(

Posted 16 Years Ago


Mcsparkle indeed. I love it. this is awsome writing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


amazing piece.... very orginal and charming........... Oh those little bobbys......... they can get you if your not careful.......... tubular write

Posted 16 Years Ago


awesome! love it!

Posted 16 Years Ago


What a cute poem. And so true, some parents let their kids act like wild animals then, like you said, slink away and leave the mess for someone else to clean. Great writing, and I love your use of rhyme.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Hehe... I can't help laughing at your words, but it is truly not funny. When my children were little they were not allowed to behave that way. I see it all the time and wonder why it is so now? But it was fashionable even 30 years ago for people to let their little darling spoiled brats run all over the place, make mayhem and then not clean up after them. Outrageous. The mother is frazzeled because she doesn't honour boundaries and doesn't teach her child either. Well written.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Hey, I still have to deal with the job! lol. Right now I'm working there as a part-time training manager, and I feel your pain. Once I had a horrible nightmare about McDonald's and woke up crying. I even wrote a short thing about it called Tin World. I may put it up so keep an eye out for it. Otherwise, good work on the poem. I can't stand those Bobby's.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Screaming, crying, whining, messing. . . the Bobby's are everywhere.

Posted 16 Years Ago


How descriptive of a real nuisance. More parents should teach their children respect for others as well as property. They don't realize that simple priviliges just as this - are just that! If children are not instilled with values, they will grow up without values. Thus, this is the beginning of our next generation. All starting with something as simple as playing in McDonaldland. Good write!

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Drea
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