Balonie on Rye

One day while I was in the sun

I wanted this sandwich on a warm soggy bun

I wanted a bun, preferably rye

Because is it warm and toasty inside

And then you split it open and smell the goodness

And you slip a piece of balonie to capture its existence

You then slowly add the condiments to perfect it more

When the sandwich you had was from the store

You put on the mayonnaise and the tomatoes like butter

And then you open your obese mouth and then you hear a mutter

Don't eat me you fag, I am just a sandwich

With a lot of condiments that you put on me you bitch

Take them off me or else you will pay

With what you have taken from me each and everyday

So this is why

I love the sandwich of Balonie and Rye

Because I ate the little fucker insantly

And I heard a crunch and the sound of delicacy

So this is the end of the story

So now I will wash it down with milk that I will poury

-The End-......maybe