Hot Dogs

Slathered in mustard
Ketchup too
Why oh why
Do I dislike you
Is it your whole wheat bun
Or your round meat center
Is it the fact that you are so oddly shaped
Or the fact that you are not baked
Or because you come from a pig
Is it because you look like a twig
Is it because you are so small
I can not come to call
Whenever I eat you
All I taste is puke
You are definitely a fluke
I want to smash you with a shoe
I will never like you

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I wrote this in honor of the fact that my sister hates hot dogs.