That Damn Wimpy!

He said that he wanted a hamburger which he'd pay for on Tuesday.

Two weeks have passed and it's obvious that he isn't going to pay.

That bastard has just entered my restaurant again.

I'm usually a patient man but my patience grows thin.

He just asked if he could have a second burger on the house.

I just grabbed my meat cleaver and I neutered that stinking louse.

I just broke out his teeth and all of his future burgers will be gummed.

I'm not running this damn restaurant to feed these non paying bums!

If you're a non payer, I'll kick your ass and throw you out the door.

You non paying bastards better learn that I don't give credit anymore.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

THIS FICTIONAL POEM IS BASED ON THE CHARACTER IN THE POPEYE CARTOONS.

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