The Best Sandwiches

The best sandwiches

Are the messy kind.

The kind you have to eat over the sink.

The kind you can share

With a dog

A real loyal mutt,

That’ll eat off the kitchen table

If you let him

Don’t be foolish and overthink,

You’re not cooking

Mussels in tomato and wine broth,

Or bacon wrapped steak medallions,

Or any other such thing.

That’s not what this is all about.

Although, if you so choose

You can ask someone else

To make it for you.

Someone you love maybe.

Somehow–don’t ask me why–

It’s always better that way.

And, if they so happen

To ask for a recipe

Remember this:

Two slices of white bread,

A slice of bologna,

A piece of cheese,

(doesn’t matter what kind)

And a blot of mustard

That’s it.

That’s all a simple person needs

To be content.

Or so my late grandfather believed,

And I happen to agree.