Wieners are what I call male friends. They keep me energetic, lively and spunky. They motivate me to be me. Wieners at times are flirty, easy going, free spirited, joyful and just a lot of fun.
As for me, I am very selective. I am wanted by many, so I observe all. And when I choose, I choose only the finest.
I'd rather have wieners because I have learned when I want a steak instead, it ends up being a process. I experience a transformation process which goes from happiness to hurt.
Here's how it starts - Over 40, the quality of steaks is so
tough, you can barely cut it with a butcher's knife.
Well, one particular night, the opportunity was given and I was invited to dinner. The reservations were made and finalized. Upon entering the restaurant, the manager greeted me with a smile. The appearance, scenery and calmness was nothing I've ever experienced.
The manager provided great customer service and as we engaged in heavy conversation, my mind began to wonder. The thought of him in me seemed to add spice to my order. I was hungry, so everything on the menu interested me. It was full of great possibilities.
After a few visits to the restaurant, I finally chose to try the steak. I ordered it rare and I got it rare. It was so good! It led me to order the same thing every time I went. And every time, my steak was served with consistency.
I began to look forward to visiting this restaurant. It was becoming my favorite spot. Although I never got a chance to taste the wine, just to know I could have a rare steak satisfied the inside of my soul. But soon, I began to realize I was missing my wiener.
I noticed as long as I had my wiener, everything was funny, vibrant and filled with laughter between us, but as soon as I tried the steak, everything changed.
I was hurt and deeply saddened when the manager couldn't handle including both, a steak and a wiener on the menu. Why do I have to lose one when I choose one? Why can't I have both? I also noticed the manager wasn't operating his restaurant with quality service like before and I was becoming less interested in visiting the restaurant. Everyone knows poor customer service causes lack of customers. The manager was forced to shut down for repairs. Phase 1 of the restaurant is being renovated and is currently under construction, which leaves me hungry with no place to eat.
And the process starts over.
Now, instead of steaks... I'd rather have wieners.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very funny write Yet hidden beneath its surface is such truth, the humour adds to the spice, in truth i'd rather have Wiener too but the picture painted is so vivid it walks off the page Both sad funny and in the best sense bittersweet what writing is all about A great poem to my favourites I think thank you