Ode to The Hot Dog
Dear Mr. Hot Dog I don't understand,
why children in this world think you're so grand.
You're a mystery meat, your insides atrocious;
to pronounce what's within you takes someone precocious.
Yet despite this poor attitude,
I owe you some gratitude.
For tonight my child so sweet,
started to chew on your meat.
He took a tiny bite and then shoveled the rest in,
I beamed with pride (the pieces were cut thin.)
We had hit a milestone with you as our aid,
Tonight our child chewed, as we had often prayed.
And dear Mr. Hot Dog I could not love you more,
Come over whenever, you are welcome at my door!
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