Hot Dogs Poem by Dwight Jenkins

I had five hot dogs for dinner
Jen and the five kids were gone
They were off to the mall for a winner:
Five dresses for big days to come

My big day was tied to the news
To a beer and a black iron pan
No veggies to light the bright fuse
Of love's health in a middle-aged man

Ahhhh, we are fools at best without them
The better half blithely bespoke
For man cannot live on hot dogs alone
He needs love, and a polished nail poke

On our own our sweet freedom would slay us
We would wiener ourselves to the grave
But our wives and our kids won't betray us
They've been placed here to foolish men save