An Ode to Arby's Curly Fries:
Your curls are addicting
Your spices ... uplifting.
Perfectly fried
I eat you wide-eyed.
Separate you from each other
Because I want to eat another.
Should I dip you in ketchup or horsey sauce?
It doesn't matter, because I'm your boss.
You make sweet music partnered with a roast beef sandwich.
Yes sir, I'd say you finally did find your niche.
here here! I second that moving poem!
ReplyDeleteNow I'm hungry. Thanks.
I love Arby's curly fries. I prefer them with cheese sauce, you know so I can get the most calories possible.
ReplyDeleteGetting stitches out of my mouth today. Can't eat. Thanks for torturing me! And those curly fries are gooooood.
ReplyDeletearby's finally coming to brooklyn
ReplyDeletegonna check it out when it opens
never had it
Lovely poem, Kal!
ReplyDeleteIf they'd sprinkle truffle oil on them you could make a song called "The Curly Truffle."
It's food! A poem to food!
ReplyDeleteMarvellous.
How about a poem to vodka?
OMG you totally just made me drool
ReplyDeleteYesterday at work, someone told me that Arby's stood for:
ReplyDeleteAmerica's Roast Beef? Yes, Sir!
I don't know if this is true or not.
--snow