The Hot Dog Vendor Poem

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On the bustling street, with sizzle and smoke,
Stands a vendor with a cart, a real bloke,
Grilling up hot dogs, fresh and hot,
A savory treat that hits the spot.
His condiments lined up in a row,
Mustard, ketchup, onions to go,
He flips the dogs with skillful ease,
Attracting hungry passersby with great expertise.
The aroma wafts through the air,
Drawing a crowd with mouths all aflare,
Hungry customers, young and old,
Line up for a taste of the vendor's gold.
With a smile and a nod, he serves each bite,
Wrapped in a bun, a pure delight,
Juicy sausages, crispy and brown,
A humble hot dog, the talk of the town.
Amidst the hustle and the heat,
He stands tall on the busy street,
A culinary maestro with his humble cart,
Feeding appetites with a street food art.
So next time you're out and about,
And hunger strikes with a sudden shout,
Seek out the hot dog vendor's stand,
For a tasty treat that's oh so grand.