Fast Food Fables: A Comedy in a Bun

Fast Food Fables: A Comedy in a Bun

Hey buddy, got fries? Got that fizzy delight?

Cracking open a soda feels so right—

Until your belly bloats like a parade balloon,

And you're burping symphonies way past noon.

Oh burger, sweet burger, all stacked and tall,

With mystery meat and zero health at all.

You whisper, “Eat me, I’m happiness fried!”

But inside my arteries, you just lied.

Pizza slices do the tango on my plate,

Cheesy, greasy, running late—

To my tummy, my thighs, my sleepy brain,

Then blame me for the weight gain pain!

Cold drinks say, “Hey! I’m cool and sweet!”

But sugar’s got me dancing on tired feet.

With caffeine highs and sugar dives,

I check my pulse... yep, barely survives!

Nuggets so golden, like treasure in a chest—

Till I Google what's in them... yeah, not the best.

“Mechanically separated” sounds high-tech,

But why’s my stomach filing a health check?

Let’s not forget the late-night crew—

Maggi, chips, and momos too.

They sneak into our hearts like thieves in the dark,

Then leave behind an oily mark.

I’m not saying never—come on, I’m not rude!

I too once romanced a bucket of fried food.

But balance is key, and here’s a suggestion:

Maybe swap a Coke for water? (Just a question!)

Eat some greens, give fruits a try,

Let your body breathe and not just cry.

Because deep down, under all that cheese,

Your liver’s whispering: “Help me, please!”

So next time fries flirt from the side of your tray,

Wink back and say, “Not today!”

Choose health, choose life, be strong and smart—

Because six-pack dreams don’t start with a Pop-Tart.