Sally In The Alley And Joanie In The Weeds Poem by Donal Mahoney

Sarah makes sandwiches all day,
piling meat and trimmings high
on pillowy bread she spreads

apart before her customers' eyes.
Hardworking men love her sandwiches
and sometimes date her after work

but none so far has mentioned marriage.
This confuses Sarah who’s as open
as her bread in satisfying men.

That’s not too wise, says Ethel,
a granny clone Sarah chats with
after lunch-hour rush.

Ethel says when she was Sarah's age
women demanded a wedding first,
except for two legends she remembers:

Sally in the Alley and Joanie in the Weeds
were consumed by many men, Ethel says,
then tossed aside like sandwich wrappers.