Our location for poem production was on a corner right by a hot dog stand operated by the fabulous Arianna. She came over after a little while and I offered her a poem. Sure! she said. Definitely Seuss, definitely rhyming. What should it be about? Hot dogs! What's great about hot dogs? I asked. Well, you can put all kinds of toppings on them. Also, I make my living off them!
FREE CUSTOM POETRY
"This mansion, my horses, those cranberry bogs
And all of my livestock, my six hundred hogs
My five thousand acres, from which I cut logs
I owe, part and parcel, to what dear? Hot dogs.
Delicious! Nutritious! They fit in one hand!
It's dropped on the beach? You just blow off the sand!
The simple truth is (you might not understand)
That my fortune, my joy, came from my hot dog stand."