Joey is my hero
The one true King of glut
The fastest man on planet earth
To stuff hotdogs in his gut
I’d fail this competition
And turn the other cheek
He eats in ten minutes
More than I could in a week
Now considering the aftermath
There’s no way to pretend
It has to be unholy what
Comes out the other end
Copyright 2010 Patrick Granfors
Regis
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I never did like hot dogs. Burgers rule!
Connie
Anna
Georg
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :P
I'll pass on the hot dogs ... URP! LOL
Cheers and belches,
Dan
Guess it doesn't matter. They were not exactly savored.
That must be why they do it with hot dogs.
John
"Eat your beef, they are starving in India."
Ron
mezzanine of the
hall of poets besmirched,
clogged bidet from diabolus,
corrupt sphincters forcing elimination,
torn popeholy, flimflam rectums,
disloyal covert sect,
breached liasion, spiritual
extortion skewered on the
roasting turnspit, literary carnage
at the expense of detestation,
harpsichord of obedience
plays off tune, defiance casts
the creme de menthe French rune,
oral sex with a smattering of creme
de menthe liquor in the poetic whore's
mouth,
rave on Buddy Holly,
showstopper in the cathouse,
merkin, pubic hair wig for the theatrical
purpose of crotch-sucking dilettantes who can't
place their work into the marketplace honestly...
Rave on...
Copyright 2007 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Mark