Who am I to question why
the hotdog has its name?
I'll eat all I'm ordered to
(besides, they say it's good for you),
but still, what sort of dog is used
that's born with such a shape?
Quick, before my stomach turns
and opens hungry eyes,
I'll relish sweetest ignorance
of what my meal's comprised.
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 2:27 PM UTC
Who am I to question why
the hotdog has its name?
I'll eat all I'm ordered to
(besides, they say it's good for you),
but still, what sort of dog is used
that's born with such a shape?
Quick, before my stomach turns
and opens hungry eyes,
I'll relish sweetest ignorance
of what my meal's comprised.
Somebody challenged me to write a poem about hotdogs and relish. "Take that!" I said.
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