I was on the playground on duty today. I was hungry and started daydreaming about sandwiches. This poem is a bit of fun which came out of that.

Sweet chilli sauce,

And pickled gherkins for the zing,

Never cut the crusts off,

Don’t do such a wasteful thing,

With spicy cheese and egg mayonnaise,

In between thick slices of wholemeal bread,

Cos lettuce, tomato and steak-flavoured crisps,

Have them on the move or tucked up in bed,

Each round will contribute to excellent mood,

So go stuff your face with this wonderful food.

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Cheers for reading,

You can check out more of my poetry (if you can call it that) by clicking the links below.

Richard

Trinity – a poem

Audrey’s Dance – a poem

Dust Gathers – a triolet

Break upon his Tomb – a rispetto

Until the Day – A Virus Villanelle

A Projection of a Man – a poem