Friday, July 5, 2013

The Top of My Hot Dog by Robert Pottle

 

(Sing to the tune of "On Top of Old Smoky") The top of my hot dog
is no longer bare.
It now has a topping
I didn’t want there.

I ordered my hot dog.
I ordered it plain,
without any toppings.
I ordered in vain.

Well, I started eating,
then looked up in the air,
A seagull flew toward me
and gave me a scare.

I covered my hot dog
a second too late.
What fell from that seagull’s
too gross to relate.

The top of my hot dog
is no longer bare.
It now has a topping
a seagull put there.




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