Poems of the Week

I’m Not Ribbing You

by Marshall Cobb

“McRib is back for a limited time.”—McDonald’s

If you’re a fan of food that’s faux
I know just where you ought to go.
It comes around but once a year
And now they say that time is here.
McRib is back, but not to stay.
Who knows when it will go away?
So get your slab of meat that’s mystery,
But hurry up before it’s history.