This is one of the silliest poem’s I’ve written. The prompt on WritersDigest.com was to start a poem with “Hold that” in it. For some reason, Dr. Seuss sprung to mind and I let the silliness ensue.
You Must Call Her Tink
You must hold that hand, Of your girlfriend that’s tanned.
No playing in the sand, If you want to see the band.
You must call her Tink, if you want to have a drink..
Or even if you sink, while you are skating at the rink.
You must be a sod, if you think that she is odd.
If any say she’s flawed, I’d suggest that you don’t nod.
You must wipe your nose, and cover when it blows.
No picking ‘cause she knows, even when it snows.
You must be a lamb, and always say yes ma’am.
This girl is not a scam, for she will cook you ham.
You must like green eggs, they’re good for scrawny legs.
Put your coat on pegs, but never drink from kegs.
You must follow every rule, if you want to be her fool.
She’ll love you when you drool, and always think you’re cool.