His head was smaller than his neck was wide His paunch preceded him into the room He peered perverted was watery-eyed And when we kicked him out how he could zoom About with huff-puffing efficiency The way he did was and will always be A typical Hot Dog Head mystery
He could have had a heart attack and died Been ground up squeezed into casing and fried For all the fury of his hot dog ways As victim of his hot dog headed pride But huff and puff and in and out he went And all of us are happy now if spent Anticipating cooler fat-free days
Pull up a chair and stay with us awhile Thank heaven Mr. Hot Dog Head is gone But that the moon remains and soon the dawn Will bring back sunny Sunday memories Of all the happy times gone by and these New memories which we will make today Consider Mr. Hot Dog Head and smile
Well at least he didn't seem to feel the squeeze and 'bust a gut' lifting too many heavy boxes only to end up as just another 'bye' product trying to shed his skin while guessing it was Col. Mustard and still not having a clue if it was a spatula or a fork that would cause him to never again relish living with you. Fun Write LOL
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Chrissy
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God Bless,
Lew