With Baseball hotdogs on the run
Caught up in, excitement and fun
Watch where you go
Before you know
You might slip and fall on your bun!
His lovely bride was no cook, tried she might
He labored on construction till the night
He worked up a heck of an appetite
Rushing on home, must have missed every light
Kicked off his boots as he held her so tight
Leisurely asked what’s for dinner tonight
He looked at her two hotdogs, what a sight
One’s for you, one’s for me, is that alright
Eyes so bright and smiling with much delight
The young newlyweds dined by candlelight
Gingerly nibbled to enjoy each bite
So she remembered their very special night
As she glanced far beyond in the moonlight
Fond memory, now young widow’s hindsight
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
you chill have on a grill
its a cheer
with cold beer
lay in the sandy
and in hand
its roll like a log
its
SUMMER BEACH
\AND HOTDOGS
Chicago stlye
only way to go
That's not ketchup, is it ?
Written: 10/17/2015
Contest: Questionku Two
Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux
Sometimes I fell like a hot dog
trapped inside a bun
I need several supports around me
just to be good
I can't relish the good times
whenever they come
My past plays ketchup
no matter how fast I run
I can't ever find the strength
that must be mustard
I find it hard to escape
the never-ending cluster
So when my friends ask me
"What is wrong"
I simply smile and reply
"Do you know what's in a hot dog?"
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