Burgers and fries
Make me smile
Play place that seemed to last for miles
Ball pit, tunnels, slide
deep fried apple pie
The memories flow
like the BBQ sauce for my nuggets
Birthday parties
Children laughing
Hamburger stools to sit upon
Alas we all grow up
Even a place like that
Childhood gone
The adult business is what's left
No play place or hamburger stools
No ball pit or slides
No Ranald
The clown got the boot
the apple pie baked not fried
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