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Sayeth My Father In A Soused Slur:

"...Above all else,
mark this well:  Not
all weiners are hot
dogs...!"


The gods must have nodded
that Sunday morning...!

Author notes

I have no false gods, but a multitude of false fathers...! This is an epigram; a short verse that has no formula. It is often humorous, or philosophical. In journalism, these days, they are called, "sound-bites".

    I plan to revise this poem: please leave constructive criticism!
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  • reveller silver member
    November 1

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    So glad..

    you found the time to write this gem, I miss reading your stuff. Now, I think I know what a weiner is..(we don't use that word in UK) but we do watch a lot of American TV.

    Excuse my 'greeness' but does the 2nd verse have a connection to the first ? I know, I know...I should know, but I don't !


  • waydownuponjoy
    November 1

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    Sound bites?

    and the title is almost as long! Seems a bit cliche but then soused folks seem to not quite remember anything novel, eh? Ya ta hey! j y