Chomp

Six men had found a kiosk in a clearing in the woods They ordered up some hotdogs from the chef of meaty goods One tried to boost his appetite by going for a stroll His friends thought he’d gone home… but he’d been devoured whole Five men were eating hotdogs but one had to take a pee He nipped into the woods where he would let his pee go free He found an oak where he could pee and nobody would see And was eaten by a crocodile hid behind the tree Four men were eating hotdogs and one missed his childhood friend A friend more like a brother and on whom he could depend His friend had been gone longer than he thought he might intend He went to search the woods and met the croc… then met his end Three men were eating hotdogs but their number now was dwindling They’d gone into the woods and they were not collecting kindling One said they’re playing tricks on us and marched into the trees The crocodile only left the bit below his knees Two men were eating hotdogs and they eyeballed one another Could it be that one was an assassin undercover One nibbled at his hotdog before getting to his feet Then headed off and met the croc he didn’t know he’d meet One man gazed at his hotdog with a newfound clarity He put aside that hotdog for he knew where he should be And now he tells the world he’s seen the writing on the wall His placards say, “Ban hotdogs… for they’re gonna kill us all!”