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Ode
to the hot dog man
By
Kate Palmer
My
job is making me so bored
It
doesn't exactly keep me busy
Going
round and round all day
All
that does is make me dizzy
Of
all the sites I've already seen
Whilst
working on the London Eye
There's
just one thing still interests me
On
the hot dog man I like to spy
From
him many people buy their lunch
Even
though his habits are glum
He
drops the sausages and licks his
fingers
These
people must be bloody dim
All
other sights pale in comparison
Gosh,
St Paul's gasp some old fogies
Fuck
St Paul's and look down there
The
hot dog man is fucking bonkers
Piles
of bricks just don't excite me
Downing
street interests me not one bit
But
look what's happening on the ground
The
hot dog man has gone and legged it
It's
the police who've just turned up
And
made my hot dog man go home
But
I've no fear, he'll soon be back
More
interesting than the fucking dome
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