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 ...Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...