Poetry

Hot dogs are hot,

A Sandwich or not, 

Will we know,

I can’t say so,

Please don't ask,

It's a grueling task,

It has a bun,

But it’s not done,

There’s a meat too,

What I am saying is true,

It’s almost the same as a sandwich,

You can’t say it’s not,

Or else in a lie you’d be caught,

And you can't say it is,

Since you can't tell how you came to this,

So what is it I plea?

Now do you see,

It probably isn’t but could be,

Now we know,

And continue to grow,

I have but one more question to shoot,

And it is, “ Is cereal a soup?”,

I walked through the woods late one night

Where my eyes laid on a terrifying sight

As I saw an eerie figure, it gave me a fright

But then, there came a large yellow light

The light shined onto the ground, where the figure looked away

But for some reason, I had decided to stay

The figure looked back, and had chosen to say:

“Run while you can before the sky turns gray”

I started to run, fast and quick

The sky started to turn gray, and the clock began to tick

The night started getting darker as I ran faster, starting to feel sick

But then a furry creature appeared before me, his fur red and thick

The creature snarled at me, as my fear grew

But then, the figure from before jumped in front, almost on cue

The two began to fight, before another person arrived, someone new

But who is it, you ask, you’ll find out next time, in Part Two.