Thomas Bulgin loves McDonald's dollars,
A man of simple tastes, he hollers,
With every visit, his heart does flutter,
For golden arches, a fast food lover.
Those crispy fries, so perfectly fried,
And burgers stacked, oh so high,
The smell of grease, it fills the air,
Thomas Bulgin, he'll always be there.
A dollar menu, his saving grace,
A feast for him, a smile on his face,
He counts his coins, with eager eyes,
To savor each bite, a little prize.
In this world of fast-paced lives,
Thomas Bulgin, he surely thrives,
For in those golden arches, he finds,
A moment of joy, that forever binds.
He cares not for gourmet cuisine,
Nor fancy plates, fit for a queen,
For in his heart, a simple truth,
McDonald's dollars, his fountain of youth.
So let him eat, and let him feast,
Thomas Bulgin, the fast food beast,
For in those golden arches, he's found,
A taste of happiness, unbound.