What if a plate of fries was 1 family. And they ended up going into different mouths.
What kind of effect would it have on them? Perhaps this poem will investigate...

"2 Fries" By Alexander The Poet 02.20.11


We started out on the same plate,
 But 2 strangers split us apart
And both of us were so irate,
 That we would end up, in a fart

Saying goodbye was really hard,
 But yet we learned to deal with it
But knew, we would not be apart,
 The moment they'd go take a shit!

Because we'd come out of their ass,
 And we won't be in any harm
And through sewers we would thus pass,
 And be back in each other's arms!

And although we may smell shitty,
 And brown, we could still not deny
That life does not look so pretty,
 When you decide to split 2 fries...

THE END