the last frankfurter Short Film Cannes film festival

a paranoid frankfurter
The Last Frankfurter.

I am the last frankfurter on the plate.
I lie cold and unwanted.
My friends,
Clad in sauce and a fresh bun laugh uncontrollably from the lips of happy children.
They are loved.
I thought I looked the same as the others?
Perhaps not.
Perhaps their selection was not random after all.
Maybe there's something about me that's not appealing?
I don't know.
My friends are all gone.
The children leave the table satisfied but one returns,
Picks me up breaks me in half and puts me down again and chuckles.
As darkness falls a cat comes by to sniff me and pat me with a paw.
She's not interested.
I'm going in the bin.
Goodbye cruel world.
"Hello my friend" says a burger.
I ignore him.
He's a burger.
He's a rejected burger.
I'm a rejected frankfurter.
They say that you can choose your friends but you can't choose your enemies.
I choose no-one.
No-one chooses me.......except the burger.
"Go to Hell in a handcart Burger!"
I'm happy on my own.
Yeah right
I'm really happy.

Category:

Film & Animation

Tags:

• funny
• sad
• tragedy
• poetry
• poem
• cannes
• film
• festival

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