Hotdog, a poem

A hotdog, humble, in its bun,

Yet within its form, the art begun.

Grilled to perfection, a golden brown,

A carnival joy in a world-renowned town.

The sausage, encased in tender dough,

Crafted with care, a flavor to show.

Herbs and spices, a delicate dance,

In this simple feast, we find romance.

A dash of mustard, a swirl of cheese

,Perhaps a drizzle of truffle to please.

A touch of aioli, finely prepared,

A meal that shows we truly cared.

With relish, pickles, and onions laid,

A masterpiece in every trade.

Gourmet it becomes, not a snack, but art,

A hotdog, elevated from the heart.

So here it stands, with grandeur gleamed,

A bite of joy, a chef’s dream.

In the world of fine cuisine, it now belongs—The hotdog reigns, where it’s never wrong.