I remember in third grade I had to write a series of poems for a poetry book and randomly one of the popped in to my head earlier today. It was something about a hamburger and it's bun, and I was very proud of it. It was my favorite on in the book, and I remember making a slide show and picking out clipart pictures of hamburgers running.

Said the hamburger to the bun,
isn't being eaten fun?
Then the bun turned all red,
because soon they'd be dead,
and the two of them started to run.