ODE
TO A
BALONEY
SANDWICH
There are not many,
Of my ilk,
Who eat baloney, rye
And milk.
And maybe three,
If we’re all clustered,
Who eat their baloney
Drenched in mustard.
Oh yes, at lunch
I live to die,
For a glass of milk…
With baloney on rye!
TO A
BALONEY
SANDWICH
There are not many,
Of my ilk,
Who eat baloney, rye
And milk.
And maybe three,
If we’re all clustered,
Who eat their baloney
Drenched in mustard.
Oh yes, at lunch
I live to die,
For a glass of milk…
With baloney on rye!
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