His head looks like the tip of a hot dog If he wore a hat I guess it would be A tip of the hat to a spotted hog The spots seem to be from the sun I see Sunspots on that big round hot dog tip head By which he navigates till he is dead
Mr. Hot Dog Head you make me nervous I try to put the war behind me now But somehow you are still in the service You give me sunspot flashbacks anyhow Marching to the kitchen to the bathroom Addressing both ends of the meat grinder A marching hot dog marching to the doom Which makes us blind and makes you still blinder
I thought things were as strange as they could get Until Mr. Hot Dog Head and I met
The title is what drew me, Steven -- your sense of humor is so unnerving yet I found I just HAD to laugh, I couldn't help myself! I'm anxious to read more from you so I have some comparison as to your unbridled wit. Very funny poem!
Warmest regards,
CJ
Reviewed by Shinya Yawakazi (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2006
Omg your making me hungry i want a hot dog now and omfg dude that hot dog does look like a penis..thats a weird word to say out of my mouth its just weird.^^;
I am so glad to be the first to read your unique style well written expression about the Hot Dog Head. Great expression now i want a real hot dog with mustard.
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Warmest regards,
CJ