Thursday, November 13, 2008



Nugget King Family Palace

I see you there,
Making my mouth wet,
Waiting in the buffet,
Fried corn nugget.

How far you’ve come,
Since your pilgrim feast,
Now dipped in oil by,
People from the east.

Savory creamed corn,
Wrapped in pure heaven,
Frozen for solidarity,
Cooked to perfection.

I slide past the rice,
Ignore the orange glaze,
Only to fill my plate,
With gold-breaded maize.

No need for soy,
Or mysterious MSG,
Nothing but corn,
To make me happy.

The dinner buffet price,
Seems sort of low,
When my pockets are filled,
With nuggets to go!