Of Corndogs: 2010

Rolling Corndogs

Corndogs... corndogs... very scared.
Things occurred just how they feared.
Checked to see what day it was,
And they cried in grief because
They saw August 15 was near!

So in a flurry they did hurry
To make a plan. O how they scurried!
Papers flew, and ink was splattered--
T'would be symbolic of their trip so battered.
They knew not of the highway's fury.

Without a clue their sticks, they flew.
To cut a hole--they must break through!
At last a hole was punched within
And all without they came from in
And splat! not one, but two.

They could not grieve the grievous loss
Too far to go, to great the cost!
With tears in eyes, they bade farewell,
To the first two corndogs who first fell.
There was no time for burial moss.

And so the band of corndogs ran
Through living room, and under fan.
At last they reached the great blue door,
And stacked themselves upon the floor.
They turned the knob, and fell again!

And once again, more corndogs died.
The others bowed their heads and cried.
But moving on, they knew they must
Reach Georgia's shores before the dusk.
They knew that they could only try.

They rolled along, at great great speed,
They knew the greatness of their need.
The driveway gave them much turmoil,
And one got poisoned by dirty oil.
At last they reached the road of steeds.

They found out soon that modes of travel
Were not of horses clopping gravel.
Indeed the traffic was of cars,
Which rudely smushed our corndog stars.
They squashed as by an iron gavel.

Soon they turned off of Muddy Ford
And yet another was smashed like a toad.
But rolling down Highway 62
They really did not no what else to do.
They steered to the shoulder and rolled and rolled.

They rolled and they rolled and they rolled some more.
To roll this long was such a great bore!
But they had a mission and would not turn back,
They would not and could not steer off of their track.
They wouldn't turn back, no matter how sore.

It wasn't too long till they reached 75
But it was quite late to be taking a drive.
There was enough light to see where they went
But still one slipped down a flood-draining vent.
Poor little Herrety Femmy McNive!

Upon the wide shoulder they still rolled and rolled,
The black-topped pavement began to grow cold.
Their nerves were soon quickened, however, because
A flat-tired semi approached with a buzz.
And he indeed took his very mean toll.

Twas far beyond dusk, and they had not yet come
To the borders of Georgia where was uk's home.
But then, with a joy, they saw the green sign:
"Georgia, sweet Georgia, in only miles nine"!
That sign made all noises a beautiful tone.

At some point, near sunrise, one more corndog lost,
The dwindling batter band came to a cross.
One road went this way, the other went that.
The corndogs, they split then, to get where you're at.
It was the only way they would ever get across.

Then finally, at last, with miles behind,
They rolled down a road of peculiar kind.
Twas empty and hot in the heat of the day,
But there was the house they had come all this way
To see the great king whom they had come to find.

They rolled, all be-battered and tired and worn,
And came to the doorway where one was torn
By a mean-spirited dog, who had naught else to do
Than to kill burdened travelers, for all they'd been through.
There only remained two small dogs of corn.

They managed to squeeze through a tight little crack
Which they found, having run from the dog, in the back.
The finally got through, and having done that,
Another was eaten by a very fat cat.
The one final corndog, alone on a mat.

Exhausted and tired, yet as thrilled as could be,
The great corndog king he would finally see!
But searching around, he wished he could blurk:
The great corndog king was, alas, at work!
In grief the last corndog did fall to his knees.

And so he did perish, in failure and pain,
Yet his great adventure was not all in vain.
He died on the floor of your palacial house,
And as he did fall a note fell from a pouch.
Twas a letter for uk, from corndogs quite sane.

"Hyppy brtdya?" it read, in the worst of grammar,
But the heart of the thing was all that did matter.
However you probably never did see it,
For if I'm correct, your fish did eat it.
But it's the thought that counts.

-a poem by Sam vdH

Corndog Pen

Corndog... corndog... in my hand.
Into ketchup dip the pointy end.
Move it over paper white,
Scratch some figures, even write!

Corndog pens work very nice.
You should try them once or twice.

Notification

All past corndog poems have now been posted. Following poems will be 100% new! (Probably)

Corndog Gum

Corndogs...corndogs... where do they come from?
Mars, stars, or that new-flavored chewing gum?
I don't know. Would you please tell me?
And then let me know if it's sugar-free!

Sorry, corndogs.

corndogs...corndogs...
I think that you're rotten...
took you out of the fridge...
then you lay there forgotten...
not sure exactly just what I was thinking...
is that my feet or you doing the stinking?

a poem by uk.

Corndog Journey

Corndogs... corndogs... headed home,

over hill and over stone.

Round the bend and down the straight,

for the corndogs can't be late.

There's someone waiting at the gate.

Something ready, something great

a place for them right on my plate;

a place right in my home town state.

They've gone so far and they've lost weight,

but that is common yes its a trait;

for corndogs it is their fate.

but I don't care cause I can't wait.

missions over with corndogs ate.

if they bite you they'll leave marks...

on your tasty crust they're munching...

from over here I hear the crunching...

a poem by uk

Too Many Corndogs

corndogs corndogs made with batter

eat to many and you'll get fatter

-a poem by Tyler A. vdh

Up Your Nose

corndogs corndogs up your nose

oh watch out there she blows!!!

-a poem by Tyler A. vdh

When You're 51

Eating Corndogs is lots of fun
Even when you're fifty-one.

-a poem by Tyler A. vdH

Corndog Crooks

Corndogs... Corndogs... Driving cars.

Put them behind iron bars.

If they happen to break loose

Hang them high up on a noose.

If that doesn't do the trick

use the rope noose for a wick.

light 'em up and watch 'em cook

"Burning corndogs! Come and look!"

-a poem by Sam vdH

Corndog in Whipped Cream

Corndogs... Corndogs... what a dream.

Try them sometime in whipped cream.

-a poem by Sam vdH

Corndog Punch

Corndogs for breakfast,

corndogs for lunch,

Put them in water,

drink corndog punch.

-a poem by Sam vdH

Corndog Race

Corndogs... Corndogs... eat them for dinner.

Gobble enough and you'll be the winner.

-a poem by Sam vdH

Corndogs by the Creek

Corndogs... Corndogs... for a week.

Caught one once down by the creek.

-a poem by Sam vdH

Corndogs at the Beach

corndogs...corndogs...

at the ocean...

rubbed them down with suntan lotion...

now they're looking good and brown...

time for me to wolf them down.

a poem by uk.

Corndog in the Tour de France

corndog...corndog...

in bicycle pants...

tried to win the Tour de France...

you can not win...

you have no chance...

you'll come in 2nd...

right behind Lance.

a poem by uk.

Sharing Corndogs

corndogs...corndogs...

on the shelf...

love to share them with myself...

I had 2 then gave me 3...

now there's 5 inside of me.

-a poem by uk.

Addicted!

corndogs...corndogs...

just as predicted...

had one once ...

now I'm addicted.

-a poem by uk.

Blue Corndogs

corndogs...corndogs...

why so blue..?

can't eat me...

but I'll eat you.

-a poem by uk.

Hollow Corndogs

corndogs...corndogs...

good to swallow...

had one once, it was hollow...

wonder where the hotdog went..?

escaped down into the heating vent.

-a poem by uk.

Corndogs and Peanut Butter

corndogs..corndogs...

peanut butter...

both together make me shudder...

each alone are quite delightful...

put together very frightful.

-a poem by uk.

Corndog Confusion

corndogs..corndogs...

I need another...

mine hit the floor...

gave to my brother...

now I need a clean replacement...

from the freezer in the basement.

-a poem by uk.

Corndogs and French Fries

corndogs...corndogs..

hot and spicey...

go with french fries...

very nicely.

-a poem by uk.

Cooking Corndogs

rolled in batter...

and boiled in goo...

shoved in ovens...

heat turned high...

corndogs..corndogs...

wave good-bye.

-a poem by uk

20 Corndogs

corndogs..corndogs..

once ate about 20..

figured out thats 18 too many..

-a poem by uk.

Corncat?

corndogs..corndogs.. how about that..

never heard of a corncat...

-a poem by uk.

Corndogs in a Tree

corndogs..corndogs.. in a tree..

why you looking down on me..

corndogs..corndogs.. out of reach..

I'll knock you down with a peach..

stab you with a big toothpick..

then I'll eat you nice and quick..

-a poem by uk

Nutritious Corndogs

corndogs..corndogs..

there so delicious...

not to mention highly nutritious..

now wait a minute, they're gone

now I'm suspicious..

-a poem by uk.

Corndogs on the Ark

corndogs..corndogs.. they don't bark..

Noah took 2 of them on the ark.

-a poem by uk

Twice-Seen Corndogs

corndogs..corndogs..

where and when..

eat too many, you'll see them again.

-a poem by uk

Corndogs at the Dog Pound

corndogs..corndogs..

man there're awesome..

went to the dog pound..

think I saw some..

-a poem by uk

Corndogs After Church

corndogs..corndogs.. eat a bunch..

after church there're good for lunch..

-a poem by uk

Cannibal Corndogs

corndogs..corndogs.. eat a few..

it's better then them eating you..

-a poem by uk

Corndogs for Breakfast

corndogs..corndogs.. good for breakfast..

better then a ugly egg mess..

-a poem by uk

Corndogs for Luke

corndogs..corndogs..better send some to Luke

don't eat too many or then you'll puke.

-a poem by uk

Care with Corndogs

corndogs..corndogs..that's the trick

just be careful don't swallow the stick.

-a poem by uk

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