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The Piraka Dine At McDonalds A Comedic Poem In a land quite far from home A villainous group of six did roam Diverted from their destination They pursued without hesitation A meal, not a mask, no impossible task. Or so they had hoped, as they helplessly groped In their pockets – they had none – for money unknown. Zaktan, the leader, had pointed with certainty To one double gateway of golden variety Held from the ground by a long metal pole To from the surrounding area call The hungry to feast for a menial price On food that was only debateably nice. They entered the restaurant, growling within Their stomachs. They hardly knew where to begin. Reidak went first, for his hunger was greatest He ordered a double with cheese, and a side Of a salad, to boost his nutrition. And Hakann knew that it was his fate (est?) To order a double with peppers inside Withstand the burn, strengthen his pride. And Vezok stepped up to the counter to choose A Fillet-Of-Fish, with which no one could lose. Avak, enthralled with the thought of a toy Ordered a meal for an 8-year-old boy. Thok a cold wrap, and Iced Mocha drink (Inside, he was beginning to think Of betraying his leader and going away To Wendy's, which he would prefer any day.) Carefully Zaktan chose one breakfast meal Announcing that he would devour with zeal His glorious biscuit of sausage and egg (Daring his underlings challenge his choice) But, as said above, the group had not the dregs Of a salary decent with which they could pay For this meal they had spent choosing Most of the day. Alas, they all cried! And some aspect inside Each, at the thought of the loss, quickly died. What foolish land they had wandered into Where you needed green paper to pay for your food! There was growling and screaming and gnashing of teeth Until – thank the spirit! - one old lady took pity And bought them their food, for she said Zaktan (vaguely) reminded her of her dead kitty. At this Zaktan bristled (his comrades just laughed) But they had acquired their lunch at last So they swallowed their pride and a table selected Then, for a moment, sceptically inspected. It was just slightly damp, and preferring one clean A different seating location they detected. Down they sat, and prepared to dig in At last, their meal time could begin! But from nowhere a vortextious portal appeared (Is vortextious a word? Well, I'll still use it here.) From it, a Skakdi of silver emerged With no spine to his name, but to his face merged An Olmak – twas Vezon! He chuckled and said, “I hope you don't mind. I am hungry, you see.” He reached out with swiftness and swept up the trays Of the meals the Piraka had chosen so carefully. Then he arrived in a new time and place In a realm ruled by a giant face With gears behind forehead, it watched its domain As the visitors steadily streaming in came To the Comedies forum, in which they all read Of the hamburger-thief, with name of Vezon. And realizing he was still watched from above, He turned his face upwards, eyes met yours, and said, “Now comment, dear reader. This poem is done.” So, this is my first comedy here. I wrote it in maybe 45 minutes, just on a whim, and then decided to share it. Hope you like it.