Daystrom
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If you can find the flip side of this poem you will win a prize
.Dried Apple Pies I loathe, abhor, detest, despise,
Abominate dried-apple pies.
I like good bread, I like good meat
Or anything that's fit to eat;
But of all poor grub beneath the skies,
The poorest is dried apple pies.
Give me the toothache, or sore eyes,
But don't give me dried apple pies.
The farmer takes his gnarliest fruit
'Tis wormy, bitter, and hard, to boot;
He leaves the hulls to make us cough,
And don't take half the peeling off.
Then on a dirty cord 'tis strung
And in a garret window hung,
And there it serves as roost for flies,
Until it's made up into pies.
Tread on my corns, or tell me lies,
But don't pass me dried-apple pies.
- Unknown
AND I made thousands of salads, the salads were introduced about a year after I started working at McDonald's, I hated making them, HATED. PLUS remember the McDLT? Yeah we had those, they were a pain in the buttocks. We started using a small two burger clam shell grill while I was working there, on top of the flattop grill, now I think they cook all their burgers with a clam shell and a MICROWAVE. ALSO I went to crew classes and became the crew chief. I should have continued working for McDonald's, maybe I'd own one by now.
