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:
My piece was the size of a quarter.
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