Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for May 12, 2024

Great Expectations…

Mind over … corn dogs?

Someone ate his corn dogs and had the nerve to leave the evidence.

…corn dogs…

…it had to be corn dogs…

…often maligned by politician photo-ops…

…I’m talking to you Mitt Romney…

…they go good with Mr. Mustard…

…in the corner…

…in the dark…

…with a knife…

…but fried hotdogs on a stick…

…yea-gads man…

…is there anyway to wrap them in bacon?…

…we could call them Danger Dogs …

…and put put Cleveland Ketchup’s Ghost Pepper ketchup on them…

…danger Will Robinson…

…Peaks ville, Ohio…

…is not only corny…

…but more cornfield heaven …

…than Iowa…

Don’t know ‘bout y’all, but my heavenly mom

loved corn dogs …!

( especially the unbitten ones )

Nothing more bitter than the imaginary loss of an imaginary gain.

Can’t believe that you need my cord dogs so bad

Come sneakin’ around tryin’ to drive me mad

Bustin’ in on my dreams

Makin’ me see things I don’t wanna see

Froggy Green : Corn Dog Manalishi

The guy in nude women thrilled by a comic book ad in the rear of the comic. Can see X-ray vision for two bits on a corn dog stick.

Dawn breaks note by note.

Soft-core timpani mallets!

Oh, crap — hard-core punk.

- Jacob & Bob Marley, “Tea’d Off and Further Incensed in Morning by Oil-Rubbed Chinese Punk Vapors,” from Victorian Reggae: The Nature of Hope, Vintage Canvas Folding Chairs, Symphonic Prosecutions, and Perfumed Fumigations © 2024 Ganja-Senryū Imprints SA-SRL / Gōdō gaisha

Imaginary corn dogs just aren’t as satisfying.

Corn dog reference… just another excuse to repost this:twitter dot com [slash] HondoResists [slash] status [slash] 1527817625883103233

Corn dawg and a stick,

Two bites.

“To eat corndogs with chopsticks? How randy. How gauche.”

“Why does it always have to be carny food?”

- from Indiana Jones and the Fairgrounds of Digestion Issues, now in production (scheduled for 2027 release to coincide with the 80th anniversary of the 1947 noir classic, Nightmare Alley ), TumPepto Films

Corn dogs and the cob.

Recycle, now they’re chopsticks.

“who stole the kishka”

Hey batter batter batter!…