The Hot Dog dinner

When I first came, my Adopting family
were nice, and friendly
Playfully bold and outspoken
at dinner time asked question
“Would you like to have hot dog?”
Then, into a package they dug
The mother turning to the daughter
She gave her normal order
“Bring one and show her!”
I mumbled and whispered to myself
My whole body became stiff
“Do I have to see this dog meat?
I know I have no use for it!”
Later on the child came
With a roll of meat on her palm
Sick to the stomach, my face grim
Intimidated, but no one to blame
This family I love and respect
Wanting to be polite but acting difficult
With these thought, I struggled
Frustrated and disgusted
Closing my eyes, I prayed
Eating dogs, should be forbidden
It is a curse and a sin, I started to explain
Closely examining my concern
The mother spoke with compassion
“This would not hurt, to test
It is made of beef - not dog meat
Read the cover! she pointed
“Oh, never mind” I answered
Embarrassment after anger
For this Ethiopian villager
Such was the reaction
Over “the hotdog confrontation