There is nothing more stressful to me in this world <br />Than eating the hamburger at the train station bar <br />So far <br />It’s so big with so many things inside <br />And this is just not possible <br />To open your mouth so wide <br />To eat this without panic in your heart <br />That you can’t get it right <br />And everything will go down <br />To the ground or on the table around <br />I did this maybe three times <br />In my life <br />I mean I bought it <br />And its always the same <br />I can’t eat this hamburger <br />Not because of it taste <br />Which is quite normal bread vegetable meat and souse <br />But because of this stress <br />I need to fight with a piece of bread <br />And I do but after that <br />I promise to my self <br />Never again <br />How the people do this <br />How they can eat <br />Such a difficult things <br />Maybe they have better tooth <br />I don’t know <br />Recently I was smarter then before <br />I got some fork but <br />It doesn’t help too much <br />It’s always very hard <br />So it was the last time <br />I bought the hamburger <br />I swear<br /><br />Anna Cellmer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hamburger/
