Sydney Fare

SYDNEY FARE

THE COOL POTATO

I am just a cool potato on an empty plate, without some gravy I don't
feel great.

I used to be hot but now I am not, I am just a cool potato with out a
mate.

Oh! What will be will be. I believe in fate.

Gosh! I have just been handed two mates on a plate: ("This has got to
be great".) To be mashed
and pounded, this is my fate! With milk and butter blended to the
core, then spread on bread
and butter to make sandwiches galore.

On this momentous occasion, actions speak louder than words so let us
unite to right hunger and
woe. (With Country Fair) we will have ago. Now with this simple task
in hand, I declare, I name
this sandwich. Sydney Fare.

(Hence the Sydney Sandwich) I do declare is not only cool it's also
long and round,
though often square.

Though I prefer a cool banana, between two slices, of white or brown
buttered bread.

This is also cool and simple fare. Och! And (perfect to share.)

Written by

Terrance Lawson Goldfingle.

This poem was published in out local evening paper

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