What’s something great about the midwest?
Gas station breakfasts. Yep. So, I wrote a poem.
I like to stay up late
And then I like to sleep in
I like to tempt fate
And try to make it to McDonald’s by ten
You see, it’s a win-win.
When the clock hits 10:30
And no more breakfast is to be had
If it weren’t for the QT across the street,
I would be quite… upset and disappointed.
You are always sitting there waiting for me
As yummy as could be
Which one will I choose this morning?
Compared to this, lunch is totally boring!
The croissant or the biscuit?
Oh, hell, why would I risk it?
I’ll get both for three bucks.
How many calories is that?
I don’t really give a —-!
The fluffy, buttery croissant with its sausage, egg, and cheese
Brings my oh-so-sophisticated palate to its figurative knees.
And the biscuit, with its dense texture and tasty flavor,
leaves me wanting another one only minutes later.
I pop you in the microwave
to make sure you’re heated through
Then I rip off your crispy white packaging
(Of course, I pay before I do)
The first bite can’t come soon enough
I want to taste you in my mouth
There exist no other breakfast sammie
That I am so nuts about.
I’ll eat every last crumb
And scrape the cheese off the wrapper
And then, when I’m done,
It’s straight to the crapper.
When I plan a vacation,
There is only ever one limitation
The breakfast must be tasty
Or else, my vacation was just a time wasty.
So, the next time you awaken
And desire a morning meal sensation,
You’ll never again be mistaken-
Just drive to your local QT gas station.