POEM - We are Hunters of Beasts. We are Trackers of Toys.

The goal wasn’t to get every one

The goal was to get every single one

In one frivolous night

All of the Beanie Babies

That McDonald’s had included

In their latest kids meal

To do so was spontaneity

Made possible by location

Living as we did

Within striking distance

Of no less than six restaurants

All mere minutes away

A lesser man might have caved

Under the onslaught

Of cheeseburgers and fries

Drowned in Hi-C Orange

In the night we sought

We obtained and were victorious

Nabbing the prize

With laughter and merriment

Disappearing into the night

Off to another conquest