🥪 Eulogy For The Last Sandwich I Ever Ate (Last Week)
Last Updated: 2 months ago
Just A playful poem.
Alas, poor sandwich,
I barely knew you
And yet,
So obliging were you on your way down.
Garlic bread
Bought at Xpresso
The R12 coffee shop.
But you lived a full life
Experienced more than most other garlic rolls
Who pass through that way
As the man behind the counter eagerly informed me
That to add chicken to my garlic roll
And make it a sandwich
For just an extra R12
Was certainly the way to go!
And so, this was the way you did go.
Thus, full and rich was your life,
Not empty as most,
And you knew what it was to have an existence
Of greater substance
And flavour.
In fact, I waited for you,
Patiently, until we were united.
And truly, it felt like fate,
For almost did they introduce to me the wrong order
Before realising, just in time
Else our ill-fated but meant-to-be match
Might never have happened!
But we were indeed united
In the fullness of your life
Up till the point of your death
All taking place in that coffeeshop
For you were too good to take home and introduce to my loved ones.
Our time together was brief
But so meaningful
Culminating in your demise
And an end to my ravenous hunger.
You rest in pieces in my stomach
Removed far from this mortal sandwich plain
(Though in truth, not plain, but full)
Of existence, at peace.
Truly, you were the best I could ever hope to meet
And I am convinced that
Rich though Cape Town be with blessed cuisine experiences,
Still, I shall not see, smell or taste your like again.
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