Sandwiches – an acrostic

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 […]

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