One time I wanted to eat a hot-dog, so I put it in the microwave to heat it up. While it was warming up, I went to the bathroom. But when I came back it was gone! I thought my brother's friend, David, ate it. So I wrote a poem about it:

I was so hungry

I thought I might die.

So I went to the fridge

To see what was inside.

A lonely old hot-dog

In the fridge sat.

Leftover from the picnic

That we were all at.

I decided to eat it

So in the microwave it went.

And that yummy smell of hot-dog

Poured from the vent.

I had to go pee

So I just stepped away.

But returning to my hot-dog

Found it gone and yelled, "HEY!"

"It's missing! It's missing!"

I started to shout.

Everyone looked at David

Without any doubt.

"You did it, fatty."

I said with a frown.

Empty plate in my hand

I had to throw down.

"I didn't eat it!"

David yelled out.

My dad ran in then

And said, "What's this about?"

"The fatty ate my hot-dog!"

I explained to my dad.

And what happened next

Got me even more mad.

I was sent to my room

For calling him fat!

But he DID eat my hot-dog

I can sure tell you that!

Two months went by

From that terrible day.

And my mom found while cleaning

Something that would make me pay.

"Remember that hot-dog

You said David ate?"

In her hand was my hot-dog

Only two months too late.

It had rolled off the plate

And under the spinner.

And there my hot-dog shrunk

With every next dinner.

I had to apologize

To David, mom said.

I called him that night

To say I no longer wished him dead.

So the lesson I learned

From this giant spat

Was get proof before you blame

Even if your friend's fat.