I am Diklitous Phantasos Hercules!
Dearest Readers,
I am truly sorry, but Mr. Hercules has threatened to arm wrestle me if I do not publish his poetry writing words. By way of forgiveness, I ask you to compare the arms below, which are not mine but very much like them, to the one above. I trust you will understand.
Regrettably yours,
Walt
To my Lady Loves and Manly Admirers, I wish you well wishes! Ye Gods, how I love you and love how you love me! I bestow upon you an offering written during the summer I worked a food truck servicing Carolinian Beaches! I forget which Carolina, but it was an American one, either North or South. I do so wish you the enjoyment I offer. Are you woman? I would make love to you! Are you man? I challenge you to a Feat of Strength! Regardless, I am in love with you!
~ Diklitous
A Poem About Wieners
sausages
frankfurters
dogs that are hot
mustards and relish, onions and cheese
these are not poetic words
but they are
like poetry
for my belly
…
Thank you ~ (You’re Welcome!)
~ Diklitous
waltbox 
Please, catch this guy and offer him a contract before he is snapped up by the big guys. ‘Weiners, the Movie’ is inevitable: if ever there was a Russell Crowe vehicle worthy of note it has to be this.
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Like the hippopotamus, he is nimble in the water, dives well, and can hold his breath for up to five minutes. On land he can gallup at surprising speed. He will be tough to catch.
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I have worked for two bosses in my life named “Fat Jim” Fat Jim the first once ate 14 hot dogs over the span of an afternoons cookout, Fat Jim #2 ate a foot-long everyday for lunch, who dropped dad first? Fat Jim #1, ski-ing, I blame the exercise, all hale weiners!
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I once had a boss that some folks called Fatty. Those same folks probably wouldn’t mind if she went “skiing.”
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*laughs* Wow, he is a spicy chap. No wonder V gets vexed with him. But you must admit he’s also a bit charming as well.
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Do you think so? I will pass it along. It will earn us both some points.
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Definitely do. I might need to borrow his strength some day.
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I don’t think I’d like to arm wrestle Mr Hercules, Walt, but I’m happy to share a sausage or two with him 🙂
Pass the ketchup please.
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If it’s sharing you’re wanting, we’ll need way more sausages than two, I think. For him, I mean.
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I’ll buy a pack of eight and let him have six. We’ll make hot dogs and maybe we will see him cry while he cuts the onions up?
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Good idea. It’s funny when he cries.
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I liked it. And especially the bizarre Popeye arm above. Yikes!
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The arm is quite something, isn’t it? On the one hand it seems kind of magnificent, but on the other, a bit of a nuisance. I mean, where would you put it?
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Where, indeed. It needs to be something one could take off and set down, until needed again.
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Like if he needed to club someone with it?
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Right then. Perhaps.
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I’m embarrassed. But entertained. What’s most important? I’m also drinking. Therein lies the answer.
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No need for you to be embarrassed. I am embarrassed enough for the both of us. Just keep drinking.
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You had me at “Carolinian beaches.” Must have been North Carolina. My granny used to make sauce for the hotdogs from vinegar and ketchup. I always added a bit of Texas Pete. Hot stuff. Great post, Walt.
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I remember seeing this comment. I remember replying to it. But I don’t see my reply here. Cleary something has gone very wrong. Very sorry! My wife likes Clint’s Texas Salsa. Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Beautiful. I have got tears in my eyes
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Thank you. Hot dog buns will soak them up pretty good.
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