Ode: McDonald’s

I’ve seen “Super Size Me,” “Fast Food Nation,” and “Food, Inc.”

I’ve read “My Year of Meats” and “Animal, Vegetable, Miracle,” and I just finished “The Omnivore’s Dilemma” last week.

I know there’s a childhood obesity epidemic in our country.

I certainly get why it’s bad for us and our kids and our world to eat certain things.

But I will confess that there was a time in my life when a trip to McDonald’s with my little girls was a fairly regular event — and a blessed one at that.

I know, I know.



Ode: McDonald’s

O, thou gold and gleaming arches
That promise meat and salt and starches,
And ‘scapes on which our babes doth play,
We sing thy praises sweet today!

Where else might mothers bring their brood
For warm and cheap and ready food?
Where else find treat and toy combined
For but two dollars fifty-nine?

Ah, happy, happy, happy meal!
Our sanity lauds thy appeal;
For naught can quiet whines and cries
Like burger, drink and ketchupped fries.

And such repast is quickly downed
By children wishing soon to bound
About on wondrous molded plastic,
Slides and towers and tubes fantastic.

O Friend of All Maternal Folk!
You give us peace and Diet Coke.
If we could bottle up thy essence
Why need there be antidepressants?

© 2009 Carlotta Eike Stankiewicz


4 thoughts on “Ode: McDonald’s

  1. Thanks for taking the trouble to come all the way over to my blog AND leave a comment. It’s like eating McDonald’s in the car and thinking you’re all out of fries and then finding a couple left in the bottom of the bag! (Sorry, I’ve got McD on the brain now – thanks a lot!)
    My husband and I are thinking of moving to Texas but it’s hard to leave family. (And then, some days, it’s REALLY EASY.)
    Thanks for liking my blog. Encouragement is cool.

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