It turns out I'm a poet and I didn't know it!
Here's a sonnet I wrote about the Hot Dog Truck for my new site A Sonnet a Day
Ancient Grumman wagon, body by Ford
My home away from home, my famous truck
Quality of my wares, I give my word
The best hot dogs are no matter of luck
It is the care of the preparation
The deft and mindful grilling of the bun
That makes them famous throughout the nation
And makes going to work a lot of fun
But now the truck is gone to be run by
Another hotdogman, I hope he'll make
His hot dogs as lovingly as did I
So he'll be a true dogman, not a fake
Once a Hotdogman, you always are, see
We are a small and proud fraternity!
I think this is the first poem I have ever read about hot dogs that didn't involve baseball. I enjoyed it. Your blog came up when I was looking for blogs about hot dogs. If you are ever in West Michigan, check out Dogs with Style. Meanwhile, you can check out the review.
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