From Philly To the World
I am going to present a bit of history:
It happened a while ago in South Philly.
A hot dog vendor ran out of wieners one day.
He wasn't able to get a new supply right away.
On that day, he invented something neat.
Down to the butcher shop he went to get some chipped meat.
He grilled it up nicely, and put it on rolls.
Decades later, it's something the public extols.
Melted cheese and fried onions makes it especially great.
I'm in the mood for a cheesesteak, and I can hardly wait.
inspired by another member's poem
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
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