My Sandwich Poem by Marilyn Shepperson

My Sandwich



To make a really nice sandwich, was my aim
When I was in the kitchen at that time
Of ham, tomato and lettuce
A real doorstop of a sandwich
To satisfy my hunger pangs
I bit into it heartily
Chewing well to savour the flavours
When I began to swear and dance about
The reason being of course
I had put on too much mustard

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