Cold footlong hotdog

The spell is cast

There is no room

For analgesic suncast

Of longterm allergy

To sombre wedding frosting

On my pi’s outward surface with

Cold hearted, gloomy waste products

Of mayonnaise and avo

For there are times when little repays

The aftermath of cold

Hotdog appetite and longing

For a footlong day when

Nothing is hot except a dog’s

Breath upon your face.

BCDFM

COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2020

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