An Onion Ring In My Fries (A Fast Food Poem)

 

Ever get an onion ring in your fries? Sure, you could've just ordered onion rings, but finding one in your fries is like a lucky bonus. That's what this poem's about.

A Pair Of Pears

Here we have a pair of pears. Let's compear them: One looks pearturbed while the other is pearfectly happy.

 

They Were Always The BerenSTAIN Bears

This should settle the argument once and for all. The Mandela Effect is irrelevant...they were always The BerenSTAIN Bears.