You make my mouth water. However, hot dogs would be that assortment of cock heads and pig hooves that the autistic girl tries to steal from Il Stupido.
I just had a deeply satisfying medieval meal, untouched by technology. Burp. Wine. Burp.
Beasts of burden are lead to their rest
Quiet songbird is warming her nest
Night from dusk has distilled
Merlot my stomach filled
Shots of cognac stack up in my chest
Weeping willows’ subdued melancholy
Suits the clouds drifting forth e’er so slowly
Swaying lilies respond
To the breeze o’er the pond
This calls for Riesling with ravioli
Golden sheep congregate with their ram
Rainbow waters crash over the dam
At the sight of this idyll
Our thirst we must unbridle
Let us have Sangiovese with lamb
As a doe in spring clings to her buck
Peasant youth in haylofts try their luck
This bucolic tableau
Pleads to let the cab flow
In the company of citrus duck