Imagine an honest to goodness corndog with human feelings and emotions. I hope he doesn't get seared!
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Goodbye ... Hello

A weiner tot when you left me
as fancy free as one can be.
Gee ... you're lookin' fine.
No bites--a good sign
you've dipped in smelly rine.

It's been a year since we last hugged
and quite a few times I've been mugged.
Lost that coat of corn
with which I was born-
found one in the shed, was yorn.

You've been under the light and split.
Nothing you used to wear will fit.
Let's go to the mill, do,
to get you a wrap ... new.
A silk mayonaisse slipper too.

Shriveled from the heat, oil free,
need moisture inside out ... and me.
Dang, you are wrinkled!
Your appearance frizzled.
You too long hung around the pot.

Once a HOT dog but, now you've changed
all the good stuff rearranged.
Whoe'er you trusted
should be busted.
"Came to say bye, Clyde. Found my bun!"

"Why say 'hello' to say good-bye?
You're not a weiner ... just a sty."
No tears were shed, cried.
(Leaky holes in her sides.)
When YOU are happy ... enough done

don't return for 'hello,' 'goodbye.'

copyright 2006 Sandra S. Corona