Hot, Dog

[Baron Mynd]

I’m Frank Furter, das German if you sprachen de Deutsche
Women gladly enjoy to deep throat me, they don’t have any choice.
They’re always grabbing my loins when they’re out in public
and I’m down for something saucy, with or without their husbands.
They’ve found me stuffed in cupboard doors, at home in late from work,
but know to throw away what’s hers will only go and make things wurst.
Most blow me waiting first before they swallow me whole
gobbling my swollen member down until it’s lodged in their throats.
Others opt for the slow and steady approach to my meat
French women roll up to eat me, but never say the boner petit.
I’m a global phenomenon, what I’m packings a lot broader
but having the top pork often lands me in hot water.
I am what your mom ordered, she can get it at lunch,
on every Sunday through Monday long as she’s spreading her buns.
I’m the best of the bunch, still down to mess up your rug,
even smelling of onions I get head, so you better ketchup…

[Wuxia]

lmao this was dope i'm probably never going to eat a hot dog again after this but yeah this was dope

[Soule]

This was comical. Couldn't help but imagine the villain from Yoga Hosiers and his Bratzis. It was a simple piece technically but there was some solid wordplay through out and you kept the concept entertaining. Good stuff

[Baron Mynd]

I’ve been meaning to show you actually, but the scheme is actually not simple at all - it’s deceptively complex actually and difficult to do:

I’m Frank Furter, das German if you sprachen de Deutsche
Women gladly enjoy to deep throat me, they don’t have any choice.
They’re always grabbing my loins when they’re out in public
and I’m down for something saucy, with or without their husbands.
They’ve found me stuffed in cupboard doors, at home in late from work,
but know to throw away what’s hers will only go and make things wurst.
Most blow me waiting first before they swallow me whole
gobbling my swollen member down until it’s lodged in their throats.
Others opt for the slow and steady approach to my meat
French women roll up to eat me, but never say the boner petit.
I’m a global phenomenon, what I’m packings a lot broader
but having the top pork often lands me in hot water.
I am what your mom ordered, she can get it at lunch,
on every Sunday through Monday long as she’s spreading her buns.
I’m the best of the bunch, still down to mess up your rug,
even smelling of onions I get head, so you better ketchup…


When it’s wrote out like that you can see better how dense the sheer volume of rhymes are, and a strict rhyme scheme is adhered to throughout, there’s actually far more going on than it first seems on the surface (as well as it having wordplays, a concept, an implied rhythmic cadence etc.) I’ve seen you mention previously that something was simple technically, so perhaps you don’t notice fully what is being done when reading, but it’s actually deceptively complex - the beauty is in how simple it seems, really, but it’s very difficult to do (and more so to do well).

Hope this helps with understanding how these are put together.

[Soule]

Gotcha. Nice work.

[mynameageef]

This read like you've not had sex in quite some time.

But an amusing piece nonetheless.

[EyeDealIstic]

Approved.