Sunday, October 24, 2010

sandwich poetry

Yesterday, I had an albacore tuna sadwich at Pardise bakery. I had tried their chicken walnut and liked it. Couldnnt try their tuscan chicken as it was cold cut and my bologna sandwich experience will keep me eternally discouraged.
In a poetry class, an exercise was to imagine a sandwich a certain kind of a person would order.

Ab tuna will be by someone who will be left wondering what they just had.
But it still better than a grilled veggie stacker where when asked for no cheese, the chef skipped the bread.
With a side of fres fruits, the grilled veggies became another healthy side.

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