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Jeff Gaines Jun 2018
"Hello, and good day; yes I'm ready to order.
I'd like a Big Mac ...
Oh, I want it on a tray
and not in a sack."

"I want a large fry, freshly dropped
with very light salt.
I'll also have a Chocolate Milkshake,
though I'd really prefer a Malt."

"OF COURSE, I want it super-sized,
are you trying to joke?
Waddia mean $8.50?
Well, now I've gone broke!"

He steps from the counter
and goes to sit down.
The food smells great ...
yet still, he frowns.

"I'll need a second job
if I wish to keep eating here.
I can't binge on these gut-bombs
and still have my beer."

"I wonder if there's an employee discount ...
as I've got the lingo down pat:
I have a Filet-O-Fish and a Coke on your order ...
Would you like some fries with that?"

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If you don't know Temperal Fugue, go here:

https://hellopoetry.com/TF/

If he hasn't hit your page with a comment ... stand by ... He will.
He isn't only a prolific writer (916 Poems at the time of this writing) ... he is also a prolific reviewer/reader of the poetry found here.

When I first encountered him, he had reviewed one of my works with a poem of his own. I arrogantly passed judgement that it was rude to "dump" your own lyric in a review as though it were a comparison to mine ... I didn't get it ... or him.

Then I began to see him doing this in most ALL his reviews and again, I thought it was pompous and rude ... AGAIN, I didn't get it ... or him.
I also began to laugh at how he always spoke in rhymes. I even had a laugh, while picturing a guy that ONLY spoke in rhymes ... ordering Mickey D's.

THAT was the inspiration for this funny ditty.

Then, as I read yet another of his reviews in rhyme form, I began to realize that's just his was of doing it. Just as David Letterman made "politically Incorrect" humor and sarcasm his own, Temporal Fugue had made rhyming reviews his own. This led me to his page and I was really touched, moved and impressed with his concepts and ideas as well as the way he uses rhyming whimsy just like me.

And NOW I get it.

AND HIM.

BUT ...

I STILL couldn't stop picturing him going to McDonald's ...
And so this poem came to life. I hope when he (and you) read this, that he realizes that I did it in respect of him ... TOTAL respect. You have to admit, the idea, and the scene, is kinda funny. Can't you just picture the person behind the counter trying to play off the rhyming customer and act like everything is normal?

We here at HP should have a "Temporal Fugue Day" where we ALL go to McDonald's around the world and order in RHYME!

>>PLEASE<< go here! It is UNDERWAY!:

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2548698/hello-poetry-worldwide-flash-mob-declaration/

TELL EVERYONE!

Good times.

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TLK  Apr 2013
This Many No-ones
TLK Apr 2013
The lonely form crowds on the street. They collect at the corners, letting the whole world drown in their silence. They are a flashmob without the flash, and a mob that mobs no-one. Each of them is you, a someone you used to be, and therefore each of them is no-one. No-one did this, the blind Cyclops says; and this many no-ones have accusation enough to blind the sky.
These people have nobody and, so, slip through the cracks to end up collected at the edges of the drains. Corrugating in lines that jag up and down like the teeth of a zipper: swarming, dispersing, only to form again.  Chastised by the wind, like so much chaff; chaste and uncherished in mute inevitability.

These people have done are nothing and, so, ask you what you have done for them. What crime is it that they are thinking of? Each time that a shudder of revulsion at this injustice passes through the throng it bangs louder in your memory.

Who have you forgotten?
Prose poetry -- I attempt to explain what it is in my bio.
The stars did a flashmob
on this moon night
in full parking in the open,
Where each car have
a name star, galaxy,
asteroid, comet or a planet,
And the heart doing
a spatial symphony...
Julian 2d
As I Examine Your Humdinger Clinkstone Hammocked Back-Breaker Lollipop Pavlov Steam Broadclothing Your Hunting Fork-in-the-Road Tongues of Swift Repartees and Stilted Clowney Jaundice of “I Write Sins Not Tragedies” She’s the Man (2006) “Dinner With a Gypsy” Jenga-Hustling Jackhammer Screwdriver Hang-Ten Handspiked Headbutt Flaring Dali Serrated Vichy France Cloister “Now What” Yay and Nay “You Were the Bomb in Phantoms, Yo!”, You Pull a Lanky Field of Dreams “Check Hook” Dial to Guard Your Dirrtiest Demimonde Secret Drifting in Codling Nickelodeons Past Turkish Bath Sedition Spawning a Majority Report Card on Sorbets Anatomy Flavors of Impeached Goldeneye(1995) Pay to Play “Lip Service” on an “Eye of the Tiger” USS Maine Binnacle Waiting for a Bull (Market Grey Goose) Moose to Intoxicate Ya Til You Carve Silver Strings and (Blueprints for the) Black Market Jackpot Juicer “Beautiful Stranger” Refrains Bleeding Sultry Flashmob Frenzies Welded like a Philadelphia Experiment (1943) Audrey Eldridge (LCSW) Gone With the Wind(1939) Event Horizon of the Least Probable Paradox Becoming the Most Certain Aftermath To Scallywag Doodling Teetotaler Pretenses of Magaritaville Squeeze “Drop it Like its Hot” “Let’s Get Blown” Yessir Slangwhanging Rumchunder Quaker-State Slalom With the Icebergs (that Killed the Dinosaurs) *****-Curdling Tight-****** Emoluments to Rabid Pet Shop Boys of “Tommy (Cruise) Working on the Docks” and Dockets of Picket Pick-Up Lines from “Five to One” Until “White Wedding” Malfunctions Short Circuit the Turtleback War Games Tremors of Topsy-Turvy Jaundiced Hemlock Perfumed “This is Sparta!” Readymade “I Don’t Just Want a Piece of You, I Want the Whole **** Thing” Slapstick Guffaws of Upstaged (The) Prestige (2006) of Cryptic Glyphs of Panjandrum “Big-Boy Pants” White Widowed In Sleeping Bag Mercury (And Solace) Bursting Thermometers of Fembots Incapacitated by The Mutual Thermodynamics Of Posture and Pother, “Sleeping Awake” and Live and Let Die (1973), Fulminations and Ramshackle Roughshod Rodeos of Wild Wild West(1999) Contours of Livid Dinner Key Miami ****** (1969) Seances At the Edge of Lurid Passionfruit and Pomegranate Smoothies Embanked in Point Break (1991) Battle of the Bulge Breakneck Radcliffe Ruminations of Ruin and Rune Simultaneous to Sweltering Welters of Waywiser Wiseacres Colonized by the Novantique of Brocades  of Foisted Imagination Inventing Every Vogue Bathymetry out of Rawdogging “Material Girl” Fluid Dynamics From Verdure Steamboat Springs Ponce De Leon “Everlong” Banana Slugging “It’s My Life” Jalousies “Wide Awake” to Every Sunshine Splashy Waterloo Surrender to Maltese Falcons Chomping Like Mayor Bowser At the Heyday of Seabass Pill-Pushing “I Am The One Who Knocks People Up” Without A Singlehanded Regret “Nicking Two Birds  with One Connie, Innit” Cathedral Light Shimmering Frozen Bards of Poetic Latitudes Circumpolar to Lavish Longitudes of More than Enough Deeper than Randy Newman’s “Emperor With New Clothes” Plunge From Everest Oases Into Sunken Largesse Enveloping the 4DX Haights of Foresight Magnified by “Us and Them” Prophecies Sprawling Like Tax Evasion “Push it to the Limit” Taxidermy “I’m So Sorry” Canopied “No One Knows” Harold  and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay (2008) “Poison Gas” Huffing Kanye West Interrupting **** Cheney Pump-and-Dump Federal Pedigree Shock-And-Awe Mission: Impossible(1996) “Mission Accomplished” Western Union Rainshod Plodging Tumultous Jet Stream Ace of Spades Gallantry Nix Nixing “Don’t Be No Square” Leprechaun Levity Gold-Digging Gold-Toothed Buckwheat “Niggar Family” Reunion Vibing Latex Roundhouse Karate Transpontine Beblubbered Syracuse Dunkin’ Donuts Melodrama for Millhouse Bobby Brownstone Caponing “Strange Days” But I’ve Found That Lost Little Girl Who Survived Beyond Bald-Eagled Pedigree of Eleven Going on 777 Beaming like a Butterfly Brooking the Gullywasher Spongy Sultry Gammon of Grubhubbing Notoriety Kangaroo Pouched and “Livin’ on a Prayer” Until the Chaplain Bursts Down that Crenellated Fortress To Spare Her from the “Royal Ugly Dudes” in Sprawling Mach 8 Rollercoasters Versus Skydiving From $20,000,000 in a Less than Regal Descent Into Throbbing Thrombosis Rather Than Ultrageous Passion Oozing With Flippant Coin-Toss Tails-Heads  Dichotomies and Dovetails Until the Century of Prosperity Culminates in Wedding Cakes and Debaucheries Worthy of Regal Appeal. 😋😋😋😜🤪😎😎😎

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