I’ve never been a big fan of the sandwich. It’s just too much bread for me. Despite its reputation as the staff of life, bread, for me, is just unnecessary filler. True to my feelings about bread, I’ve composed a few lackluster verses. My heartfelt apologies are offered in advance.
Lowly muse the sandwich be
Stale bread that’s hard to bite
Rapacious is my will to pen
But the structure’s just not right
Weakness at the central core
Brave walls on either side
If not for strength of structure
We’d have no place to hide
A mighty foe the Devil
The deep blue sea is mean
Love lies windblown on the beach
Sandwiched in between
To all that made it through this post, thank you. I will attempt to do a little better next time.
And Bon Appetit
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