The sandwiches my mother makes,
Are never that exciting.
I unwrap them every lunchtime,
But they’re really uninviting.
If only I was taller,
And I could reach the bread.
I’d use some sandwich wizardry,
And I’d make them instead.
I’d never spread on butter,
I’d squeeze on chocolate sauce.
Then add some ham and cheddar cheese,
And more chocolate bits of course.
I’d add some pink marshmallows,
And peanut butter too.
And those biscuit things with raisins in,
I’d definitely add a few.
I’d finish off my sandwich,
With spicy chicken wings.
Topped off with lots of double cream,
And those colourful sprinkle things.
Then I’d take a fancy photo,
Of the sandwich that I’d made,
And eat it up in one fell swoop,
Washed down with lemonade.
©RS2012
Comments
insertponceyfre... | January 24, 2012 - 17:52
this is a really fun poem - would be great with illustrations. Well done
skinner_jennifer | January 24, 2012 - 18:14
I loved this poem, it was brilliant, well deserved
of the cherries.
Jenny.
Stan | January 24, 2012 - 18:49
I've eaten sandwiches like this after a night out! Great poem.
jolono | January 24, 2012 - 19:08
Fabulous poem. Full of ryhthm and flow and very clever wording. Found myself "singing it"
Great stuff.
threeleafshamrock | January 24, 2012 - 21:46
Love it! Made me hungry haha...great stuff, well done.
Chris ;)
hudsonmoon | January 27, 2012 - 01:59
Love this. Bright and fun. Excellent.
Rich
Geoffrey | January 27, 2012 - 11:39
Nice one mate. How's the new baby, what is it and the name please?
I 'm most relieved to see you're back again. On to the next story.
shades | January 27, 2012 - 15:22
Thank you for commenting on this. Been away from ABC for a while. It's wonderful to see that the old faithful ABC talers are still out there plugging away and taking the time to read and comment on others work. That's what makes this site so damn fine.