Sandwich, Sometimes, Too. Poem by John W. McEwers
Sandwich, Sometimes, Too.
They tell me I'm a phony
but over just a sandwich,
that's baloney!
A mustard pimento fallacy
and my bread has gotten soggy.
You tell me I'm not a savory lover,
but your Baby, Please! ? has gotten stale,
I work like a toaster to please you,
so why don't you scrape off the crust?
and dust off that negligee,
stop makin' so many sandwiches
and love me!
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