Fast Food August 10, 2012 · by bethnyland · in Poetry. · Fast Food (Photo credit: SteFou!) Day 223 prompt: Fast Food (a limerick) the eats in your kitchen are icky your lunch hour clock goes tock ticky you can drive through somewhere if you really don’t care that the food leaves you feeling all sickly Pass this along ... Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print More Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...