Another poem from the NEW book MAINE: The Way Wildlife Should Be!


The Top of My Hot Dog
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 a hot dog.
I ordered it plain,
without any toppings.
I ordered in vain.

Well, I started eating,
then looked up in the air,
and I saw a sea gull,
which gave me a scare.

I covered my hot dog
a second too late.
What fell from that sea gull
is too gross to relate.

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