The Hot Dog Poem

Long tailed rats and pussycats
Will never more be seen.
They've all been ground to sausage meat
In Dunderbeck's machine.

Then one day that machine
It utterly refused to go.
Dunderbeck he climbed inside
The reason for to know.

His wife was having a nightmare
And walking in her sleep
She gave the crank a hell of a yank
And Dunderbeck was meat.