Freddie Robinson Jr. Poet Light Verse

They Call Me Wimpy

Today’s Friday special:
Two hamburgers for the price of one


Dear sir,
I will gladly pay you on Tuesday
for a hamburger today
My appetite is growling,
please feed me ... offer no delicious delay
I am a man of my word, sir:
the honorable Col. Mustard will vouch for me
A hamburger I must have,
I appeal to your sense of tomato compassion — 
the wafting aroma is nearly overcoming me
Don’t make a proud man, such as I,
buckle to his knees for lack of lettuce
I will onion cry if I have to,
but sir, please, this don’t make me do
Public humiliation is very cheesy cruel
Must I double your fee, 
if so, then thus serve me immediately
Before you discover why they call me Wimpy

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Paul Callus June 25, 2017 at 8:12 AM This is light poetry at its best, Freddie! Indeed, very creative. Of course, my praise ain't going to fill an empty stomach:) ~ Best regards // paul

Darren White June 25, 2017 at 7:12 AM I will onion cry if I have to? That's so cleverly creative my friend :D

Michelle Mac Donald June 24, 2017 at 12:14 PM Loving this, Freddie! Popeye & Olive Oil should grease up the grill to cook a burger for Wimpy. Big smiles from me! Best ever wishes, Mikki:))

Heidi Sands June 24, 2017 at 9:56 AM LOL Freddie Thanks for the laugh and fun poem to read today :)