I love you subway, I wrote a poem about how much you mean to me.
A canvas long, a bread so wide,
A subway sandwich, open wide.
A culinary masterpiece,
A customizable, tasty feast.
The roll is chosen, soft and white,
Or hearty wheat, a wholesome bite.
A careful slice, a gentle hand,
Preparing flavors, across the land.
Then comes the protein, lean and bold,
Turkey, ham, or stories told
Of roast beef rare, or chicken bright,
A savory filling, pure delight.
Next veggies fresh, a vibrant hue,
Lettuce crisp, and tomatoes true.
Onions sharp, and peppers sweet,
A garden growing on your meat.
A drizzle then, of sauces fine,
From creamy ranch to mustard's shine.
A secret blend, a tangy zest,
Enhancing flavors, putting them to the test.
A sprinkle of salt, a dash of spice,
Adding magic, oh so nice.
A final fold, a paper wrap,
A subway sandwich, in your lap.
A quick escape, a lunchtime treat,
A subway sandwich, can't be beat.
A custom creation, just for you,
A delicious dream, coming true.
P.s. you forgot my Dr. pepper but it's ok because you made me a good sandwich
Peace out, Linda read more