An Ode to the McDonald’s Ice Cream Machine


My absolute worst fear picturized. The McDonald’s ice cream machine is BROKEN! Photo by Sarah Treusch.

My stomach yearns for the McD’s ice cream,

Should I act upon these desires;should I go?

I give in; I must taste my sticky dream,

Quick to my car, the quest began too slow.

I’ve arrived, but I have met a crossroads:

Travel through the drive-through or go inside,

What a puzzle, with thoughts my head explodes.

Oh, alass, I now know how to decide,

I’m Gen. Z, so social anxiety,

My journey will continue through drive-through.

Ice cream is my only priority,

McDonald’s, my saneness is up to you.

I deliver my order toward her,

“I’m sorry, the machine’s out of order.”