Cheese And Onion Sandwiches
My contracting job’s ironical perk,
The onion is brown, with papery taint,
I’ll tell you a secret: at three in the morning
to put between slices the following day
Well I won’t!
’Cos I will decide when I go for a ride.
The editor of Krax has kindly scheduled this poem
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