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
6 comments:
There just aren't enough corn dog poems in the world, I always say.
I think that I shall never blog,
A poem as lovely as a corndog.
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????
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
Ah, we all hate him, completely.
Dead Acorn:
That's what she said.
Love,
a certain dragon
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