"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!