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.