The Wandering Poet's Profile

Haikus. Always fun.
To write about delicious
Crunchy french fries.

Poetry about french fries is fun. XD

Little sliced fried potato cuts. Delicious.
Eating five at time and you know I'm looking vicious.
I'm not hungry, I'm starving. I just need to eat.
And fries are a food you just can't beat.
I like to try to eat them with every meal.
Go with a normal burger or some classy-ass veal.
They're that type of food with universal appeal.
So come on, take a bite. Don't be a heel.

I like that.

Cooked in grease. Deep fried.
Served everywhere. An American delight.
Eat it with meat. A tasty side.
All you need is just a bite.
You can have them plain or with some salt.
Or pepper seasoning if you so desire
Some dip them in their shake or in their malt
Just let them cool after they've been in the frier.

Lmfao. XD Wow. That's pretty lame.

Nah. I like English. Learning about literature and the history behind it. And I do love writing.

A quick poem about french fries:

Golden brown. Seasoned to perfection.
Crunchy or soft.
Long or short.
Curly. Crinkled. Straight edge.
There's more than one way.
There's always something new.

I adore English. XD But I know it's not for everyone.

English major. :) But I may switch to computer science.

Me too! I love college. <3

No kidding. Shes the world's worst about it. She's a large part of why I moved out three days after graduating.

I know that. But my stepmom is kind of...stubborn. Once she develops her opinion that's it, even if her ideas are proven factually incorrect.