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
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HELLO. I think that poetry should rhyme. If it doesn't rhyme, it's just talk. Poetry should be a celebration not a conversation. - The Crow
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