A poem
Love the notice paid to the unnoticed.
Thank you. Yeah, the workers of the graveyard shift…
Only a sandwich maker could write such a beautiful poem. I'm starting to get hungry. Peanut butter and onion sandwich, anyone?
Hey, you remember my Dad’s favorite sandwich!
Of course, everybody loves peanut butter. It was invented by Skippy.
Sandwiches as armor—love this poem. The accidentally-abbreviated version was fine, but this is the perfect closing couplet.
Thank you! I’m still bummed by the error! That “stage-wage” is a cool rhyme!
Love the notice paid to the unnoticed.
Thank you. Yeah, the workers of the graveyard shift…
Only a sandwich maker could write such a beautiful poem. I'm starting to get hungry. Peanut butter and onion sandwich, anyone?
Hey, you remember my Dad’s favorite sandwich!
Of course, everybody loves peanut butter. It was invented by Skippy.
Sandwiches as armor—love this poem. The accidentally-abbreviated version was fine, but this is the perfect closing couplet.
Thank you! I’m still bummed by the error! That “stage-wage” is a cool rhyme!