(Original post) In 2006 I dared submit three limericks to the limerick contest sponsored by the Ligonier Valley Writers. They sponsor this contest each year for their Hot Dog Fest, a winter picnic, where they honor a writer with an award. Below are my three entries (which didn't win anything, but nonetheless were written). No ant. No sunburn. No log. No water, way down in the bog. Just tables of treats Dogs made with such meats. So feast at the picnic. HOT DOG! Frankfurter, dachshund or dog, All names for the lofty brown log. A writer can choose What word he should use. It still means the same, HOT DOG! Wrinkles pervade its pink skin What terrible shape it is in. You can dab it with oil And still it will spoil Old age did the poor Hot Dog in. Don't forget to check out our new photo site: http://www.flickr.com/photos/carolyncholland/ | 
