The Sandwich

6POEMSCOTLAND

Isla

4/15/20251 min read

I made a cheese sandwich.
I cut it into two.
I gave one half to Grandpa.
He gave it back with glue.

It was not really glue.
It was mustard from the shelf.
Grandpa makes strange sandwiches.
He can eat them by himself.

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