A Hot Dog Puppy To Go
Hot dog puppy
Like a wiener
With four legs
You move like a centipede
Quicker than your mistress
Running for the last leaf
However, you keep pace with
Her every stride
Hot dog puppy
Walks the tracts
Looking like a barbecued
Wiener, black on top and
Brown on the bottom
However, like a centipede
In a race, you keep pace with
Her every stride
Hot dog puppy
Looks to the right, left
Explores her path
Like a night owl above
Searching for a evening meal
However, like a centipede’s
One-hundred legs, your four legs
Keep pace with her every stride
Copyright © Barbara Washington | Year Posted 2008
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