The Story of the French Fries

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french fries

A little potato man,
The blight of innocence,
And the plight of Mchappiness,
Squeezing out the succulence
Of oil and flavor.

While Omaha,
Stretches from Nebraska to Normandy,
So does a Freedom Fry,
Selling the democracy,
Of what goes inside the mouth
– Just like a kiss –
Is a ballot, of a freedom,
Spanning the whole United Nations.

The right of every mouth
From New York to Soweto,
To crush with her
Molars and premolars
Paramount choice.

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