An ode to the McPizza
I never thought it would happen. Really, truly, I never thought the McPizza would die. And yet, I was rocked with some devastating news on Tuesday: eater.com grubstreet.com munchies.vice.com My reaction to this news was appropriately collected and calm: LIFE HAS NO MEANING ANYMORE https://t.co/QYcu5RByPD — Matt Birt (@BirtMC) September 5, 2017 After taking the time to process this loss, I would like to now recite a poem in honor of the McPizza. Crisp and hot you came to me Your scent and looks alluring so ‘twas late that night, but shake in hand I sank my teeth into your dough O stars, what bliss! What ecstasy! Time did stop at half past eleven From hands of fries and apple pies I was given a taste of heaven Back, with haste I drove to town! Anew with life and stomach full A #WhabammWednesday for the books The shocking story must be told Of Pomeroy’s most secret fare On eager ears ...