This funny poem is the first of several food-related poems I have been writing lately. There’s something truly American about the love of greasy, oversized hunks of protein. Nonetheless, food doesn’t have to be serious. This, like many of the others I have been writing, includes a bit of humor to go along with it. If you aren’t a total dingleberry, you probably even guessed what the poem might elude by just looking at the title.
Of course, even with the euphemisms throughout, it isn’t meant to be all that sexual. This poem is truly about my love of sausages and how I just can’t get enough of them.(Continue reading…)