AN UNBELIEVABLE SANDWICH
Speaking on behalf of the wooden spatula,
how are you today, my lady the arugula?
May I inquire after the roast beef,
a sandwich of suspended disbelief?
Could I address through a tangle of sprouts
the honey dijon mustard and mayonnaise?
Ought I to apply a leaflet of lettuce
over the three round slices of tomatoes?
Yes, you may introduce me, if you insist,
to a little of sweet roasted peppers, please.
But don’t disturb the cheeses, let them sleep:
cheeses have other promises to keep.
Spread it all out upon my favorite grain
in its loaf of auburn love at Au Bon Pain.
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