Eggroll

An eggroll on a mission from Sally in the back. Delivered to my table by little Sally Trac. Included is a plum sauce and napkin on the side. A kit fit for survival that's fattening and been fried. A food made rich for washing with Red Rose famous tea. Just one of four she carries that Sally serves to me. I'll grip the plastic spoon to stir and press the bag, then lift it to the table to sit it and to drag. Each sip will be refreshing. The taste around my tongue while mixing with my eggroll; the beanspouts I have strung. The eggroll's final mission; a thankful one at best. To not forgetting Sally Trac, without; would not be blessed.