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
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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