Weiner Mobile to School

The wiener mobile should be here at eleven I said. My straight man principal’s blue eyes went up into his head They will love it, I reassured him, and all students will be fed. This happy day was arranged by my goofy cousin, bi-polar Ned. Ned came tearing up in the first wiener mobile we had ever seen. He gave me a super noogie, calling me a worry wort queen. My students were horrified, on my cheeks there was more than a sheen. Ned fed every child in the school, before he called me an idiot bean.