Hot DiggityA Poem by KWPnow for some serious stuffYesterday I ate six hotdogs with bacon bits and grilled onions, mustard of course, and ketchup too. I didn’t feel so good after that, when I reached home I lay on the cold tiles of my bathroom pressing my cheeks against the floor long enough to leave criss-cross imprints on my face. My stomach tumbled over like a mudslide with no destination. All the while the hot dogs regained life they were crawling back up my throat burning it as they went. When my boyfriend came home he witnessed a dithering mess pushing in and out of consciousness hanging limply off the lip of the toilet seat. ‘How many today?’ He asked.
Unable to form words I held six fingers up. Sweat beads rolled down my forehead. Shaking his head he left, he’d seen it all before. Once a year in fact - he never realised, each year I did it for him, for the prize, yes the prize for eating ‘Six hotdogs faster than anyone else - FREE HOTDOGS FOR A YEAR!’ When we first met, my boyfriend told me that if he could eat hotdogs every day for the rest of his life, then, his life would be complete. Ah, maybe next year! © 2017 KWPReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 2, 2017 Last Updated on November 2, 2017 AuthorKWPSydney, NSW, AustraliaAbout'The kernel, the soul — let us go further and say the substance, the bulk, the actual and valuable material of all human utterances — is plagiarism. For substantially all ideas are sec.. more..Writing
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