Hot Dog

My dog sometimes has the desire To lay too close to the fire, To the warm hearth he succumbs His favorite spot when winter comes. One night when tranquility prevailed An exploding spark got on his tail, He yelped so loud my canine friend, I had a hot dog with one burnt end.

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 2/28/2015 1:34:00 AM

G'day John... Your poem reminds me of a time when a friend fell asleep on our lounge room floor and rolled against the heater. People pay big money these days to see the likes of his reaction. I hope the dog recovered. Regards - Lindsay

John Williams
Date: 2/28/2015 2:01:00 AM

Yes Lindsay, it's always funny, you just can't help laughing,but it wouldn't be if it was happening to you or me. Yes Lindsay, the dog was just fine. Thanks Lindsay PS: another ballad called - The Day Murphy Came To Town will be posted soon.

Jan Allison

Date: 2/27/2015 6:56:00 PM

oh a real hot dog - amusing story for us - not for him:-) Hugs jan xx 7 xx

John Williams
Date: 2/27/2015 7:49:00 PM

Hi Jan, I wouldn't wish any harm to any dog, however when i was young I saw it happen to a dog that got to close. Hence the poem. Thank you for reading my poem. Kind regards-John