Sunday, November 27, 2016

Hot Dog stuff for a Sunday Challenge Poem

[click picture for large size][click here for the hot dog super sized]

Weiner on a stick 

Life for one has evolved from hot dog  

Sliced on bread with catsup and mustard 
To a weiner on a stick, corn dog 

There was a spell, hard times cast upon 

Family budget low for food. Our one 
Had a ration of only two dogs 

He stretched those dogs, sliced each into four 

Made eight, laid them straight on bread folded 
Catsup in the valley, poor folks pride 

Better times came for the one, oil strike? 

Whatever, nothing now made at home 
Catsup nor bread, corn dog from the store 
 _ _ _ _ 

Poem copyright, Jimmiehov,2016, All Rights Reserved

Today I'm linked with Kim Russell at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Weekend Mini-Challenge:  Cooking up a Storm; http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/11/weekend-mini-challenge-cooking-up-storm.html 
Kim wants us to write a 'four tercet' poem about cooking. Read more for further directions at the link above.   

Note:  I made the cheese hot dog above, it is quick to make and 'only' has 310 calories.  More of my hot dog blogs can be found here, 
http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/search?q=Hot+dog

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7 Comments:

At Sunday, November 27, 2016 4:10:00 AM, Blogger Kim Russell said...

There's something to be said for a good old hot dog. Being a veggie, I have veggie dogs with mustard. Street food always smells wonderful and even though I wouldn't buy one, hot dog stands are tempting!

 
At Sunday, November 27, 2016 10:12:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

Love the thought of the simplicity of a hot dog.. In the part of Sweden I grew up you should also add some mashed potatoes...

 
At Sunday, November 27, 2016 9:44:00 PM, Blogger Magaly Guerrero said...

I haven't had a hotdog or corn dog in ages... Your poem has made me hungry. I might have to eat one tomorrow, and think of your poem.

 
At Sunday, November 27, 2016 11:21:00 PM, Blogger Gillena Cox said...

When i was growing up we ate the food cooked at home, food bought or 'parlor food' as it was called then was a no no
Enjoyed the nostalgia in your poem

much love...

 
At Monday, November 28, 2016 5:40:00 PM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Is there no end to your talents? (Grin.)

 
At Monday, November 28, 2016 5:50:00 PM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

We didn't have hot dogs very often growing up. Most everything came from our garden, or beef from the butcher. What a wonderful memory of making what little was given transformed into so much more.

 
At Saturday, December 03, 2016 3:32:00 AM, Blogger kaykuala said...

There was a spell,
hard times cast upon
Family budget low for food

There are times when fast food whipped up at home is a savior for lean times frequently experienced these days.

Hank

 

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