Worst Poem in History - Move Over, Waffle House

On Friday, the Huffington Post declared a poem about Waffle House, which the chain restaurant posted on its Facebook page, as the worst in history.

I took that as a challenge: to write verse that's even worse. But not about Waffle House, that's been done. No, my poem is an ode to Chick-Fil-A.

But before I inflict it upon you, here is the Waffle House poem:

Waffle House Waffle House
We are home grown
Where the Customer is king
And every booth is a throne

Waffle House Waffle House
Home away from home
Scattered Smothered Covered Diced
The All-Star zone

Waffle House Waffle House
New home of the Toddle House
Come one come all
Bring the whole family out

Waffle House Waffle House
We're here 24/7
Bert's Chili, Alice's Tea
Welcome to heaven
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Okay, here goes my wretched Chick-Fil-A homage. You've been warned.

I love fried chicken

Nick expressing disapproval

And adore Chick-Fil-A
I could eat there all the time
Except, of course, on Sunday

I love waffle fries
And Chick-Fil-A's sure are tasty
They're even cooked in peanut oil
And they're 35 percent Vitamin C!

I'll be in N.C. soon
And Chick-Fil-A is all around
I'll eat there once or twice
And put on many a pound

It's true I must confess
I loves me my Chick-Fil-A
But why don't they don't love me too?
Silly me, it's because I'm gay


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Are you feeling inspired to wax poetic about your favorite chain restaurant? If so, please share. Go ahead, knock the crown for putrid poetry right off my head!