Best Hotdog Poems

bird of feather
flocks the all mighty sea shore
just for a hotdog






Tribute To
The Hotdog 
In All Of Us  LOL...

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She's just beautiful,her outfit is of the latest style,
hair is perfect not a one out of place.
Long maniured nails ,done in a salon,
down to the...

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I suppose I'm revealin' my age as I compose this little ditty,
But as I compare costs today with yesteryear I exclaim, "What a pity!"
Gas cost...

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I was reminiscin' the other day about times that were more sublime,
And got to thinkin' about those old stores called Kresge's Five and Dime.
I recall...

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Summer awakens one warm afternoon

uncurling a wave, and sailing with charms.

Makes up her bed with the sand in her hair,

merrily shaking a red gingham spread,...

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The see-saw backsides of obesity traverse across the promenade
  Led by bustling torpedo breasts thrusting through the hustling throng;
Past tarnished chromium espresso bars, burger...

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The streets are lined with golden arches,
Plastic smacking lips and smiling chef faces,
Hamburgers competing with pizzas,
Who are competing with Oriental take-outs,
Who are competing with Italian...

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I doff my fedora to the feller who invented pertater chips!
That genius developed the ideal thingy in which to immerse our dips!
How could we survive...

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Princess needs flea meds
pill in chocolate spit out...
fleas all over house


Not really
Anyone got an idea how I can get this pill in her
I have tried...

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I bailed my honest friend out of the tank
Who dressed up as a hotdog for a prank
It’s not a misdemeanor
To dress up as a wiener
I...

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Only place in summer that I want to be
Now I have time to relax and be with the family
 
Taking time out to sunbathe in...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Down South           
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2014


Growing up
way 
down south 
in
Florida -

was like
a 
fiesta -

We would
go to
the
beach,

swim, run,
and 
play

in 
the white 
sand -

and
soon...

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Patches of choco brown and black wrap my fur
with  long hotdog body, I roll in loops,
“ Hershey” is what they fondly name me
flopping ears...

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I am a careful driver who stays in my lane
Except when I think doing so would be insane
Like when a crazy fool
Is stubborn as a...

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Memorial Day
Behind the pomp and circumstance
The celebrations and parades
Remember those who battled
The platoons and the brigades
Take some time to think now
Of the freedoms we possess
Of...

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