Driving back from the store, there's a McDonald's. On the McDonald's sign, under the Golden Arches and the billions and billions served, it says--I kid you not--"POETRY NIGHT -- FRIDAY 6PM to 8PM."
I am speechless--but not so speechless as not to compose a haiku in honor of this event.
Ronald McDonald
Is creepy--but not so much
As the McNuggets.
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