Heaven on Earth, is what they say,

My eyes mistake me, for there can be no way

That I just saw a curly fry today.


Managers say they just came out.

That makes me tingly, and I want to shout,

“How could this dreadful food linger about?!”


Get in line, I have to have one.

I tell myself, “There will be no making fun.”

Another one bites the dust, his order is done.


That leaves me next in line,

For it is just a matter of time.

I step up to the counter, it smells like pine.



My mouth opens, but I cannot speak!

My whole entire world has gone bleak!

This it IT!!! I’ve hit my peak.


I walk out of line, and open the door,

Then I spot it! On the floor,

A single curly fry, with a note that reads ‘GALORE.’


Its presence infuriates me!

It burns me! It pains me!

It feels like I’ve been stung by a bee.


I study it, it for sure was not hollow.

All of this stress was making me quite wallow.

I calm myself, and take a swallow.


I bring it up to my mouth again for a second bite.

I scream, shout, and shriek in fright!

It seems as if this curly fry was winning the fight!


As I remember swallowing, I look back on that day,

I give myself a quick hooray!

I ended up going the right way,

Eating that curly fry, that day.