Love is like a ham sandwich,
Leave it out in the rain and it gets soggy,
Bite into it and it squishes,
Love is indeed the wonderful pork product in between baked goodness.
Love is like a ham sandwich,
Leave it out in the rain and it gets soggy,
Bite into it and it squishes,
Love is indeed the wonderful pork product in between baked goodness.
5 responses to “Love”
What’s a ‘hame sandwich’?
You’re canadian, you wouldn’t understand.
😉
I fixed it. Thanks!
And don’t get me started on the correct pronunciation of ‘chowder’!
Hmmm…. your food love poem has brought back some heart-felt memories. My first love wrote a sonnet about my love of bran muffins, way back when. It was quite a clever sonnet. Then the bastard broke my heart. I may post the poem on my blog later, if I have the nerve.
I don’t love bran muffins any more. Too fattening.
OMG I just saw someone quote this on a labrador retriever chat board! It’s official — Blankbaby is everywhere!
That is really odd.. and awesome! 🙂