A Wiener in The Sand

-A Weiner in The sand-
by
Keaton Foster



A wiener in the sand
Not a prick
Not a dick
Not a cock
No severed male appendage
But rather an edible
Construed meat substance
Made from bits and pieces
Jammed into an intestine
And sealed on both ends
Who placed it here
So unclear
So weird
I am on my way to the sea
When, wham bam
There it is
A wiener in the sand
Delicious it looks
Unmolested it seems
Certainly way beyond
The five second rule
But then again
No one is around
No one is near
No one will ever know
No one but me
Dressed up just right
In a bun
Under the sun
With mustard
With ketchup
And a hint of sweet relish
Still inside its pseudo package
There is just a little sand
Just a few curious critters
Nothing that can’t be
Picked or blown off
Maybe it’s a gift from above
Maybe God has resorted
To inconspicuously leaving lunch
In places that people like me
Those not exactly on his team
Will find and devour
A well fed, somewhat atheist
Can easily be turned conformist
Could be
Seems logical
Then again this is a poem
About finding a wiener in the sand
Logical went out the window
From line one
Regardless of all that
I am gonna eat it
Ohhhhh so delicious…


A Wiener in The Sand
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012.