Ode to a Cheese Saussage

It was late,
and I had not ate.
The opera was long, so long,
and I didn't understand a song.
So as we walked down the street,
I searched for a treat,
when Vanja suggested a Käsekrainer.

'A Käsekrainer?' I questioned,
never having heard of such a suggestion.
'It is so yummy' Vanja said,
'without a doubt within my head!'
And so I agreed to try this thing,
whose praise Vanja did sing.
And so I ordered a Käsekrainer.

The first thing the old man did,
from inside his roadside rig,
was cut off the end of a bun,
which he kept when this was done,
and placed the bun on a rod,
to create within it a sort of pod.
This is how it started, my Käsekrainer.

Next he chose a wurst,
although, really it was just the first,
and he placed this inside the hole,
with a squirt of ketchup for the soul.
The piece of cut bun was added back,
and I was handed it all in a nap(kin).
My first Käsekrainer.

The first bite was devine,
I couldn't believe it was mine.
The pork juices and cheese,
mixed to bring a smile of please.
I savoured each bite,
of my bread, pork, and cheese delight.
And soon it was gone, my first Käsekrainer.

**Pictures are real pictures of Mandy enjoying a real Käsekrainer...no alterations have been made...she is also really in Vienna...no digital changes have been made**