A poem

Writer’s Digest’s poetry prompt for the day was “Hold that (blank)”. So here goes nothing.

Hold that cheeseburger

Hold that cheeseburger

I dare say

For it is dripping unnaturally with grease

Here’s a napkin

The cheese is far too American

For you not to eat it with a gun

The pickles are limp, the tomatoes too dry

Nothing ever goes right

The buns are a catastrophe

Don’t hold it in

The meat oh the meat

Charbroiled and chagrin

Wipe my mouth with vigor

I’m done