BratHaiku

Little sausages
So warm and covered with kraut
I add more mustard.

I see the bratwurst
I smell the meat and mustard
I hunger to eat.

Bratwurst, I love you-
Your wholesome meat spiciness
But I won't eat kraut.

Brats on a cold day
Warm the fires of my heat
While they burn my tongue

Bratwurst in a bun
Covered in seeds and mustard
It is poetry.