thebardofmurdoc:

Well after fifty tries
I got a real surprise:
A job that now relies
On bloating peoples’ thighs.

Each morning I arise
And clean sleep from my eyes;
I head to work that ties
My life to apple pies.

“Perhaps you would like fries?”
My clients I advise,
“Or maybe Supersize,
And get a Nobel Prize!”

Barack might improvise,
But doesn’t realize,
The jobs his plan supplies
Michelle would criticize.

I can only dream of being that creative.

Well played oh humble Bard.

From comments here (and the post is worth reading too).