i cut hot dog buns lengthwise
lay with softness towards me
on an oven pan drape with foil
heat up to almost crisp; brownish
bush with gingerbread mixture
heat it up again to soak evenly
(please don't do this at home)
this, poor man's gingerbread
crunchy to real ginger's taste
we'll eat with clam chowder,
crispy salad, choice dressing
bottle of cheap virginia wine
my princess we'll do just fine
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baked at 350 degrees for about 15 minutes :)