Makin' A Sandwich Poem by Scotty Dogg

Makin' A Sandwich

Rating: 3.1


frowning a frown- i notice
my beer gut-
gotta decide which to do first:
white vinegar smelly onion,
plump pulpy Toe- mater. or
lettuce.
“you’re vine ripened, YO! ”
i grab you and scream:
“Still got yer’ stem,
doncha? ” i squeeze the ball
hard. I see seeds. squirtin
juice.
right then, i put my fist through
the window.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adeline Foster 17 January 2012

Was prepared to enjoy this, yo! no! Off the wall puppy! Read mine - The Cat is Free - Adeline

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Jonny Brackney 18 January 2012

there ain't many left. you're a badass, scotty.

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Bulletcookie 2017 18 January 2012

A hairy knuckle sandwich I presume Dr. Watson...?

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Michael Oliver 22 January 2012

you cook like me more expletives than seasoning or refinement- love this

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Brian Purdy 23 January 2012

Hilarious, Scotty! Thoroughly enjoyed. Glad I dropt by to peruse.

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Sally Plumb Plumb 11 September 2018

Frustrating times ain’t they. I know the feeling. Best regards. Sally.

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Asif Andalib 02 November 2012

I liked it thanks for sharing

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Michael Oliver 06 September 2012

Love the realism resonate with the randomness of the action- pity its missing the associated expletives as it would be in my case

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Ellias Anderson Jr. 28 July 2012

so interesting and funny. i like it.

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Valerie Dohren 23 July 2012

Very entertaining write - can just picture the mess! !

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