The timer was set.
The dog it was placed.
Inside it was wet.
Preparing the taste.

I sat down to write.
I focused on that.
When out of my sight,
The dog had gone "splat."

I saw through the fog.
The timer was done.
My exploded hot dog
Was wanting a bun.

And now this great post
Recycled and new
is here to propose,
"Read the blog through and through."