Sandwhich and the sand
here i am
stuck on the sand
with a ham and cheese footlong in my hand
it has pickles and cheese
with mustard to please
oh how i love roasted honey ham
tomatoes on top
salt and pepper to pop
here i am
stuck on the sand
with an endless footlong in my hand
i dont need a pb and j
or any mayo to dismay
toasted please
with careful ease
here i am
stuck in the sand
with a yummy footlong in my hand
may it last forever
and hopefully will never
leave whatsoever
so i never have to sever my own hand
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