A Corndog Named Clyde in "Weenies and Pickles"
by Sandra S Corona
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Rated "G" by the Author.
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In the West lived a corndog, Clyde,who thought of himself as a pet.
His dream; opera at the Met!
Others there—all carnivorous—smacked their lips when Clyde took the stage.
(Apparently ‘dogs’ are the ‘rage’.)
They savored Clyde’s scent ev’ry night—the ‘star’ welcomed him to her room.
She spread out a bun—‘twas too soon!
She wanted ‘something’ then and there … Clyde substituted a pickle.
With her tongue, the pickle tickled.
Still desiring a wee weenie, she followed Clyde when he would sing.
She even gave Clyde a gold ring.
Clyde decided to go ‘country’ then did some jazz as well as blues.
He looked so cool in blue, suede shoes.
Lucille, his honey, loved money so when Clyde got a little horse,
she packed her bags and left, of course.
You know … ev’ry dog has his day! There’s a time to live, laugh and thrive.
Pickles, his friend, clung to his side.
He of’t disguised himself … weenie; don’t have to flip a page to know
pickles lack the taste we love so.
Clyde donated his celery; he didn’t really need the ‘green’.
He is a ‘sport’ … is never mean.
Everyone wants to be top dog but all have to ‘squat’ now and then.
Everyone has grown since ‘back when’ …
Lo, don’t forget that Clyde’s a dog and Pickle ne’er came off a log.
(Condiments weigh both guys, they’re bogs!)
“This aria’s for dear Pickles,
who, last night, went down a fans ‘hatch’
(breathing heavily, wanting me, … natch).
I’d name my wee ones after you
but I will never have a one.
I wear a ‘patch’ for having fun.”
“Don’t keep depression … let it slide!
On me do jump, stick and ride Clyde!”
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|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Another cute write Sandra!!
|Reviewed by John Banasiewicz Jr
|Well never be able to eat a Sonic Corn Dog again with straight face here, this is great and dieing laughing here now.
thank you for a little humor today for me
|Reviewed by Lori Moore
|Always a joy. Cute write. Love the ending.|
|Reviewed by Jim Dunlap
|You've got a wicked sense of humor. This is a hoot.|
|Reviewed by Donna Quesinberry
|what a love affair
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|LOL wonderful write!|
|Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain
Exceptionally funny prose - a real pick-me-up! Great line, "Don't keep depression ... let it slide!" Comparable to children on a playground?
|Reviewed by Sarah Tagert
|This is so funny, I loved reading it. It really lifted my spirts after the day I have been having!|
|Reviewed by Cynth'ya firstname.lastname@example.org
|I'm speechless. LOL!
cynth'ya lewis reed
|Reviewed by A PAX
love that "fresh"meat ending! lol
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|this is too funny, sandra! LOL love the part of him "turning country"; mebbe he ought ta do a duet with the "coal miner's daughter", loretta lynn, at the grand ole opry! stranger things have happened! LOL
this is a silly, fun write, but you ought to see karla's new poem. now THAT's silly! LOL
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
long live clyde! :) LOL--this is too funny! and so cleverly written! BRAVA! encore! :) more, more!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :) hee hee
you wanna see silliness? read "a poet i are" LOL--still trying to figure out where this came from LOL