Frankfurter is some fancy name
For a lowly little hotdog, taking in the game
Lounging in a bun, sticking out both sides
Or chopped up in the beans, where usually he hides
Made of many parts, all ground into congestion
The result is just a case, of fatal indigestion!
The 7th inning stretch, has always been quite fitting
Just hope it’s not down-wind,
FROM WHERE YOU MIGHT BE SITTING!
I’m real sorry…I guess you need to figure out how to write a poem about frankfurters! Why it ever popped in my mind for “F” is beyond me. I never eat hot dogs because they give me terrible migraines! Anyway…this poem’s a real dog!
For a lowly little hotdog, taking in the game
Lounging in a bun, sticking out both sides
Or chopped up in the beans, where usually he hides
Made of many parts, all ground into congestion
The result is just a case, of fatal indigestion!
The 7th inning stretch, has always been quite fitting
Just hope it’s not down-wind,
FROM WHERE YOU MIGHT BE SITTING!
I’m real sorry…I guess you need to figure out how to write a poem about frankfurters! Why it ever popped in my mind for “F” is beyond me. I never eat hot dogs because they give me terrible migraines! Anyway…this poem’s a real dog!