Sandwiches

A Poem by kenny

a poem about sandwiches... duh. and yeah, its totally an adventure story!

Two simple slices of bread,
and meat stacked as tall as my head.
Maybe some mustard maybe some sauce,
as long as served to me like I'm the boss.
Let this be an every day thing,
and I'll be willing to do anything.
I'll be left sitting in my recliner,
thinking there is no woman finer.
To be thoroughly satisfied have it served while,
you're only wearing an apron and a smile.