She Works At Mcdonald's Poem by James McLain

Yesterday driving past her looking at me she knew I saw.
Wishing that now one time unbeknown st,
this to her I saw her finger wiggling around in her purse.
Going in for a cheese burger coming in right behind me.
O' lordy not thinking at her face and smile, her thoughts thus I said.
The five second rule after dropping it applies naught to me and besides.
It will only taste that the much better as while driving to work,
next to your car turning left, right before,
slowly coming out slightly green, I saw where your finger it was.