Yet another thing wrong with me.

I don't remember exactly how it started to be honest.

We were unpacking groceries. The boyfriend and I, I mean. We started... and I wish I remember how this happened... startied making jokes about the hot dogs and the fish sticks I'd pulled out of a bag. Together.

They were SO MEANT to be TOGETHER. SO PAIRED OFF. THEIR LUV IS TROO.

Hot Dog/Fish Stick Forever. ... Hot Dog/Fish Stick wuvwuv? Hot Dog X Fish Stick... porn?

We backed up from that idea. Hot Dog/Fish Stick 'shipper haiku. Okay. That's better. Totally fricking ridiculous, of course.

So I had to write it, of course. Moral imperative. It is in lowercase, because all serious internet poetry is in lowercase.

With no further ado...

hot dog loves fish stick
passion blows like summer wind
hot, moist, and endless

they share meaty souls
cylindrical tubes nestle
and bask at high heat

crisp crunch like fall leaves
hot dog holds no jealousy
its breading will come

fish stick loves hot dog
their love is oh so true and
tastes good with ketchup

Thank you.