Frank the Fry Bagging Fool

There once was a fry-bagger Frank,
Whose fries always filled up the tank.
But when it came time
To show off his prime,
His measly dih fell kinda rank.

He struts with a grin ear to ear,
Proclaiming, “the fry king is here!”
Yet whispers arise,
That beneath all the fries,
There’s less than a side order near.

Still, Frank’s got a zest in his ways,
He full-sends through nights and through days.
Though nature was cheap,
And his fries aren’t that deep,
He’s spicy in all that he plays.

So cheers to our fry-bagging mate,
Who fries both at early and late.
Though modest in size,
He still claims the prize—
A legend, ridiculous, great.