HOTDOG FROM HELL

I was in a big city

And got a hotdog from a street vendor

It taste sooooo good

Ketchup, onions, chili and cheddar

 

As I walked home with a smile

My stomach started to dance

I didn't make it 5 blocks

Before that hotdog was in my pants

 

             THE END

This poem is about: 
Me

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