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”

  1. 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.

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