Friday, March 19, 2010

Mere Words Can't Describe How I Feel, But That Won't Stop Me From Trying


corndogs, o corndogs

i tremble with delight, longing to devour you
i fear sleepless fits as dusk draws nigh
i am restless in my anticipation
of your glistening and stick-perched beauty

from your bath of hot oil
to my awaiting lips

your composition

is not
can not
will not

be known

various parts of exotic animals
a whole far greater than the sum
the mystery of your origin
only intensifies your allure

corndogs, o corndogs
be you ten, or twenty, dare I dream fifty

tomorrow we shall be as one
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6 comments:

  1. Niamh BMarch 19, 2010 at 12:29 PM

    There just aren't enough corn dog poems in the world, I always say.

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  2. The Dead AcornMarch 19, 2010 at 12:52 PM

    I think that I shall never blog,
    A poem as lovely as a corndog.

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  3. Domestic OubMarch 19, 2010 at 7:41 PM

    This post is deliberate attempt to taunt me due to my intense corndog envy!!! Sigh! We have McDonals. Justin Timberlake. Glee. Why can we not have CORNDOGS??!?! WHYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy????

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  4. The Dead AcornMarch 19, 2010 at 11:23 PM

    Well, yeah! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?

    We worry, don't you know.

    I'm going to do my best to get you a corndog, deepfried western-idaho-fair style, but you have to tell me that justin timberlake isn't popular over there.

    Please

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  5. Domestic OubMarch 20, 2010 at 3:16 AM

    Ah, we all hate him, completely.

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  6. amberMarch 23, 2010 at 2:20 PM

    Dead Acorn:

    That's what she said.

    Love,
    a certain dragon

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