The Top of My Hot Dog
(sing to the tune of: "On Top of Old Smoky")

A funny poem for summer time about an unwanted hot dog topping.


The top of my hot dog

is no longer bare.

It now has a topping

I didn't want there.



I ordered my hot dog.

ordered it plain,

without any toppings.

I ordered in vain.


Well, I started eating,

Then looked up in the air,

and I saw a sea gull,

which gave me a scare.


I covered my hot dog

a second too late.

What fell from that sea gull

is too gross to relate.



The top of my hot dog

is no longer bare.