"That Man Who Handled My Wiener" By Alexander The Poet 06.29.06

It was Sunday afternoon,
And I was about ready for dinner
I knew 'that man' would come soon,
'That man' who always handled my wiener!

Barbeque cookout it was,
And all us guys wanted to see raw meat
Hence, I knew this just because,
We all craved for something manly to eat!

We all waited for 'that man',
And then he finally walked through the door
Then quickly to me he ran,
And grabbed my wiener like never before!

As he held it, he asked me,
"Do you like it medium or well done?"
Then I smiled at him with glee,
And said "It all feels the same in a bun!"

Once I had ate I was set,
And had a very peaceful demeanor
But I will never forget,
Forget 'that man' who handled my wiener!

THE END