I stopped by Grey's Papaya yesterday (the downtown one though) for a couple of hot dogs. And, as usual, I forgot that I don't like papaya juice. There was some hot dog poetry in the window which prompted this haiku about their excellent prices (now 95 cents for a hot dog instead of 75 though).
Two with everything and juice
And its a true haiku, too. The balance between man (the hot dogs) and nature (the juice), putting a price on the whole and the finality of the transaction.
And I save the best for last. This is what was on the side of the shop.
OUR HOT DOG
- THE THUNDEROUS POP
WHEN YOU BITE INTO IT
- THE SALINE TANG OF
THE SWEET PINK FLESH