Sandwiches, a Poem by Kyle Teders

“Sandwiches”

 

Ham and cheese,

Life’s a breeze

PB&J

There’s no other way

I’d like to spend the day.

 

Grill them up,

Or serve them cold.

For a sandwich

I’m never too old.

 

Hot or cold

But please no mold

Never do I feel so bold

As when a sandwich is mine to hold