Nonsense Poem - Flavortown

*BEEEEEEEP*

“GET THE DOCTOR!”

The light fades, a new one appears, barely out of reach

A light at the end of this ghlarky, stank tunnel

I smell a familiar, funkalicious smell

I push through the light

A bright, neon rorange sign, covered in grease

Welcome to flavortown

I see a crowd, it reeks of deep fryer

Alas, they were not people.

They were food

Chicken nuggers with legs

French Fried

Sweer Potato

Talking drumsticks

My acidic flesh sack grunkled at the sight

I ate, and ate

This is heaven

Their fluscious flesh seeped into my gaping mouth

Their tish, subtle flavors were perfect

All of a sudden, a flying chicken nugger grabbed my by my barbeque sauce covered shirt,

“We must go”

“No, my love, don’t betray me”

“...”

I feel a rush, wake up in the hospital bed

“Bring me back to that place, Flavortown”