A pickle craving led the way
To Flippin' Cow that winter day.
The ceiling made me double-take,
But then I sat down by the lake.
The batter crunched with seasoned flair,
Each golden round beyond compare.
That dipping sauce, a creamy dream,
Made every bite worth high esteem.
A wooden cow sits by your plate.
When standing up it signals wait.
But when you need your server near,
Just flip it up, they'll soon appear.
A burger joined my pickle feast,
My hunger pangs at last released.
Some tots, along with my entree,
Made sure I left quite full that day.
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Wow! We appreciate that wonderful poem, and incredible pictures. Really blown us away. Please continue to come see us, guests like you really make the difference. Thank you!
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Wow! We appreciate that wonderful poem, and incredible pictures. Really blown us away. Please continue to come see us, guests like you really make the difference. Thank you!
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