-The Great Chronicles:
-- Part VIXX
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The Inside of A Hot-dog:
The Truth Behind the Lies and the Dogs and More Lies
(As told by a ranting, young poet)
(Warning: May contain words in CAPS LOCK. Those who are SENSITIVE should STOP READING!)
Pink, squishy, pink
Just like Snoink's blog
You smother it in relish
Ketchup and mustard
Place it inside a bun
AND BITE INTO IT!!!
You selfish hog-beast, you!
Don't you know what's in there?
You're too selfish to know!
Eating them one by one
Acting like they were ... TIC TACS OR SOMETHING!
Want to know what's really inside?
Why, it's the only most precious thing!
Not ham, steak, pork, corn, dog, cat, rabbit,
Horse, rice, bacon or corn!
LIFE! YOU MURDERER!
Little pink people, not dogs or coyotes
Round and thin, tall or short,
Their noses so big, and their squinty eyes
Live and BREED within
The mossy, pink "grass" known as "food"!
An ancient civilization
Cursed over and over with the great legend of
"Stomach Acid Rain that puts us all down,
It's the end of the world as we know
Once the acid hits our lovely Hot-Dog."
Hot-Dog, (later translated to their language
Hotdogian) is really GodToh,
Which was assumed to be
God's Toe.
YOU ATE GOD'S TOE!
HOW COULD YOU DO THAT YOU SELFISH DIRT CHILD?
Their advanced technology, like Ireland before the beer
Is created over and over in the square of life
(Birth, school, work, death)
And YOU, MONKEY FLOATER, kill that!
You take away the secrets of their life,
THEM, when you EAT THEM!
They are born when they are boiling in the pot,
They have a full education, a family, happiness
And then die one second later!
And in this short lifespan, and as you are reading
Many hotdogians are dying!
YOU'RE EATING GENERATIONS OF HOTDOGIANS!
There is nothing overly special about YOU
What great technological advances have YOU made?
The only significant thing, worthy of a history book is
YOU ARE THE KILLER OF CIVILIZATIONS!
GENOCIDE GOD!
MUMBO JUMBO MONSTER MAN! (Woman)
FROLICKING MEAT EATING FUHRER!
A MURDERERERERERERERERERER!!!
You remember that hot-dog you ATE last week?
Think of all the PEOPLE you KILLED!
And that sharp pain in your abdomen?
Why, that's their epidemic --
Hotdogians revenge:
FOOD POISONING!!!
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Heh yeah Liz it was great and funny, some day we'll look back at all this and laugh.
And for that you want to marry me!?
You're easily impressed
*pulls out a blue corvette*
.... Wow, where did that come from!
*is impressed*
he he lol. The poem made me giggle a wee bit.
Well, there is a place called Massachusetts
just give me 4 more years XD
No no no, I'm marrying somebody else... hehehehe!
*laughs* TBR - if I was male, a bit weird, and you were of the legal age of consent, I would ask you to marry me!
lol
No... I don't think so... *Can't remember*
If that's a problem or something, I could.... like... (O_O) Emm.... Let....
*Can't think because my dad is speaking to this freshly cut guy...*
AHHH!
"Their advanced technology, like Ireland before the beer"
Isn't that from The Simpsons?
The circle was too bland, like that water one....
SQARES AND HOTDOGS!
- That is genius right there Liz! Brava!
SAVE THE HOTDOGS!
*Now my English Teacher is calling me a Monkey Floater*
When I'm really in the zone, I can do anything, so can you... And with this 30 day risked DVD package you can learn how to TOO! For the price of 1,000 pounds, learn how to be the TBR!
somehow I don't think that I'll bother competing, that poem is kinda too good to compare with
ROTFLMAO. You rock TBR. I'm going to start a SAVE THE HOTDOGIANS organization now O:)
BREEDING GROUNDS!
DID YOU NOT LEARN ANYTHING IN YOUR SHORT SHORT LIFE?
To disturb the mating rituals of the hotdogians... is like... kicking your cat from here to that there dog kennel.
Painful and not pleasurable, although your heart is moving quite fastly
This is weird but interesting. But in reality hotdogs are made up of animal intestines. =D>
Hah! I do actually, this is one of the most commented things I've ever had (except for that story where I tried to describe a naked lady (21 replies)).
YAY! ... But know something sad... before I wrote this... School lunch (on Friday) gave me....
HOT DOGS! *screams*
I've eaten holy breeding ground! AHH *yucks*
Or hot-doggin' craziness...
Wait, that sounds weird.
YAY! My bloggie was mentioned!
This is one of your most random stories/poems/whatevers yet. You should feel immensely proud of yourself.
I was going to write something for this challenge, but I just gave up even bothering to compete.
Hot-rockin' craziness.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! I KILLED A HOTDOGIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW WILL I EVER LIVE WITH MYSELF?
Hilarious, Liz. Hilarious.
I don't like hot dogs that much anymore, anyway. Now I see why...
wow. i never laugh so much.
i love you!
this rocked.
i'll never eat a hot dog the same way again
Hahaha, good one. Preach it out to the world!
HOTDOGIANS ROCK!
NOT TO BE EATEN!
Everybody is a greedy glob toad.... *:P* I had so much fun with those names... I should redo the poem with more insulting names XD.
mommy? I dont want to eat hotdogs no more...
wow, that is sumfin to reallly wake you up on a sunday morning... nice... -goes off to torment other people early in mornings-
ROLMFARO God i love you Liz
This has to be one of the greatest things that I've ever written in my life... Sort of.
It's something I will look back upon and go... Oh My God! What the Hell is THIS?!
I hope all of you enjoy, especially the Introduction/Table of Weirdness.
----Elizabeth Mathers