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vienna beef, a thousand times
sun bright yellow, big blue V
weiners from, windy city
serve 'em down at, Franks A-Lot
fortieth, washington's, got
a dog house on, east side of street
sells dogs, even, mike vick can't beat
or any of the, weiner vendors
costco dogs? return to sender
yelpers yap 'bout, tempe's Teds
chicago's Lukes, i'm here, instead
drives too far, wait's too long
inching towards, a Franks, foot long
hot dog man, I'm barking loud
i give Franks a big, bow WOW
while relishing, a spicy polish
poppy bun, mustard, you know it
needs onions and celery salt
picnic tables, diners halt
their day, to dig a dog
or drive thru, if they don't have long
to sit and watch, the world pass by
light rail, semis, homeless guy
shopping cart, pushed it past
caught my eye, stopped and asked
if i could, maybe, spare a few
two twenty-five, bought his lunch, too
cooped, inside, since '88
cooks, cashier, crammed in a space
'bout the size, of my closet
not sure, really, how Franks, does it
philly steaks, burgers too
more than, vienna, waits for you
so if you crave, a great frankfurter
you don't need to, drive no further
than this little, hot dog stand
thanks Franks, A-Lot, you dah man
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