In my dream world,
I eat hot dogs
With mustard and ketchup and pickle relish.
And I'm not allergic to wheat,
So I get a real bun,
And I sit at the baseball game
With you, right beside you,
Til the seventh inning stretch,
When I stand and sigh and put both arms over my head,
Then around your neck
And say, "Let's go home Baby,
There never gonna get done here."

-jenn