A KFC Poem

A zinger box is sold at your local KFC

I walked in with a group of 3, thy group of 3 walked in with me

We sat by the mat that smelt like rat, the rat mat had the odd smell of cat

That cat had obviously been munching on a rat

That meal of rat must have made that cat quite fat from eating that rat

KFC doesn’t sell fresh food as a matter of fact the ingredients are quite crude

Eating KFC on a first date is really rude, eating too much KFC puts you in a bad mood

When you throw up your kilo of KFC you feel as if you should sue