Hotdogs For Dinner

Written by Line Monique Gauthier |
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His lovely bride was no cook, tried she might

He labored on construction till the night

He worked up a heck of an appetite

Rushing on home, must have missed every light


Kicked off his boots as he held her so tight

Leisurely asked what’s for dinner tonight

He looked at her two hotdogs, what a sight

One’s for you, one’s for me, is that alright


Eyes so bright and smiling with much delight

The young newlyweds dined by candlelight

Gingerly nibbled to enjoy each bite

So she recalled their very special night


As she glanced far beyond in the moonlight

Fond memory, now young widow’s hindsight


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Author: Line Monique Gauthier
I started writing poetry as a teenager and the passion for it flourished since retiring. I also dabble in photography, watercolour and acrylics. I created what I call Flash Memory Therapy. I am an active member of Haiku Canada and My poetry is down-to-earth and meant to be understood as opposed to impress with hifalutin words.
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