Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #254
A Midnight Hot Dog
by Belinda Roddie
A midnight hot dog was my favorite snack
when summer nights were long, hot, and sticky,
and I couldn't sleep. I'd open a pack
of those delicious franks, and gleefully
I'd heat a dog up and add sweet relish,
ketchup, and mustard, all on a sweet bun.
It was my favorite weird dream-causing dish,
'cause then I'd dream about cats, one by one,
becoming ballerinas as a storm
of hamburgers and sausages rained down
upon the populace. And then a swarm
of butterflies would descend on the crowd
and gnaw at the fresh meat. Then I would wake
up, suddenly craving a rib eye steak!
by Belinda Roddie
A midnight hot dog was my favorite snack
when summer nights were long, hot, and sticky,
and I couldn't sleep. I'd open a pack
of those delicious franks, and gleefully
I'd heat a dog up and add sweet relish,
ketchup, and mustard, all on a sweet bun.
It was my favorite weird dream-causing dish,
'cause then I'd dream about cats, one by one,
becoming ballerinas as a storm
of hamburgers and sausages rained down
upon the populace. And then a swarm
of butterflies would descend on the crowd
and gnaw at the fresh meat. Then I would wake
up, suddenly craving a rib eye steak!
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