Make no doubt she was a Smoothie
with her Ched 'R 'Pepper cocked
as she walked in the White Castle.
She only had one shot.
One shot to get before the King,
one shot to watch him die
and nothing left but destiny
to get free of the fries.
And so, like the Java Chillers who hide in the wilderness, we anxiously
await the news of the King's demise and wonder if the Fast Food War will
ever serve whirled peas.