Frank, a poem by TeaBee at Spillwords.com

Frank

Frank

written by: TeaBee

 

There once was a weenie named Frank
Who lived in a hot dog stand
He dreamed of a bun and some mustard fun
But no one would give him a hand

He watched all his friends get picked
And taken away to be licked
He felt so alone and unwanted
He wished he could just be a bit

One day he saw a girl with a smile
She looked at him with delight
She reached for his spot and he thought he was hot
But she grabbed the weenie on his right

He cried out in pain and despair
He felt like he had no flair
He wondered why he was so unlucky
He thought it was so unfair

He decided to end his misery
He jumped off the stand and rolled away
He hoped to find a better place
Where he could be happy and gay

But as he rolled down the street
He met a fate worse than defeat
He was run over by a truck
And turned into a piece of meat

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Sometimes it doesn’t go as we plan, but, with a bit of chance anything can happen. Be safe out there! Wherever you are.

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