Gumball Poetry - Poetry by Bob Wombacher, Jr.

Bob Wombacher, Jr.

Frank 'n' Sense

Go to store, buy some weenies.
Not the biggies; just the teenies.
Inventory, count of ten.
To be sure, I count again.
Go to baker; cannot wait.
Count my buns; they number eight.
Ten and eight? It will not work.
Makes me feel like such a jerk.
Two franks over; what to do?
Can't feed Rover; he played through.
Back to baker, to her store.
Need those buns; I get eight more.
Keeps on getting wurst, and faster.
Never sausage a disaster.
Woe is me; I'm such a jinx.
Sure could use those missing links!
Ten and sixteen; all seems dire.
Gonna kill that Oscar Mayer!
Baker - hope I didn't hurt her,
Being frank about my 'furter.
Back I go, and I'm not leavin'
'Til the dogs and buns are even.
Here's one rule I'll not ignore:
Don't buy hot dogs any more!

Bob Wombacher, Jr. lives in Page, Arizona where he owns a small motel: Bashful Bob's Motel. He is 73 years old and has three sons scattered from coast to coast. He says, "I'd welcome visits from any of your participating poets who might be passing through this part of the world."

Like this poem? Send this link to a friend
Look for your next book @ the Gumball Bookstore
or get it divined: the psychic book project

Post a review of this poem.

2.25.2001
tom reich from orinda, ca

funier than hell.
good laugh. wanna see more easy laughs like this one. Thanks!

2.14.2001
Doris Willoby from Iowa City, Iowa

Nice work, Bob!
How refreshing to see a rhymed poem about weiners in a literary journal of such high caliber writing. The playful poem is great and it proves Gumball Poetry has a sense of humor. Hope we see more of Mr. Wombacher's work.

2.09.2001
who? from alaska in the wilderness, yes i have a phone sometimes

duh
uck you must be joking. that is a really good first poem for someone who does not read write or understand english and got the word "weenie" confused with "sunlight" or something....

if bob wombacher really exists i mean REALLY exists he should try and order his weenies and buns over the net and not try and confuse others in his town by trying to count in front of them.

icky icky icky but funny ha ha ha

god i sound so poetic

1.28.2001
R.Burton from St. Louis, MO

An interesting attempt at humor.
While it doesn't come acroww as very original, it is an interesting attempt at humor.

If he really went to a baker to get his hotdog buns it is likely that he could have ordered exactly number that he wanted. Also, "Ten and eight? It will not work. Makes me feel like such a jerk" does not work. It should at least be "*It* makes me feel like such a jerk." Anyhow, he does manage to come up with some good rhymes.