SANDWICH GHOST

There’s a ghost of a sandwich

Haunting my mouth

It’s last known location

As it headed due south

The specter of pickles

And marble rye bread

Linger long, long after

They were pronounced dead

The wraith of shaved turkey

A Swiss poltergeist

A zombie tomato

Horizontally sliced

All shimmy and spook

Round my lips, tongue and jaw

Along with the ghost

Of a side of cole slaw

But there’s a light in the tunnel

If only a glint

They’ll be decimated

When I suck this mint

 

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