Tuesday, September 04, 2007

so long, farewell, & etc.

All morning I mused on your mottled self,
Languishing in long lectures,
Hungry to have you.

O salami,
My salami.

Sliced thin with swiss cheese,
Tempered by toast,
Accompanied by coffee.

O salami,
My salami.

Class complete, I clambered home,
Appetite all awake,
Eager to eat

O salami,
My salami.

But it was not to be.
Somebody (whose name I won't mention,
But who doesn't even like salami)
Had been there before me.

Ya Salami,
Ma'as-salaama.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

My piece was the size of a quarter.