THE MISSING LINK

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.