Oh, Coney dog,
let me feast my eyes upon thy slender frame;
all smothered up with chili sauce,
"Sumptuous" is thy name.
Savoury is this coney dog,
waiting on my plate;
onions heaped into a pile,
tempting their own fate.
Tasty mustard on the bun,
sharpens yet the taste;
and when your body, I devour,
I shall not one morsel waste.
Oh, coney dog, come closer now.
I know your aroma well.
My taste buds tingle, tantalized,
by your tempting smell.
Goodbye, sweet friend. I love you much,
but if I'd had my druther,
since I have nearly eaten you,
I wish I had another.
Steve Hodgin Copyright 1987
