Egg Salad
of all the sandwiches there are to eat
why does one taste like defeat
it's nothing that i ever craved
just something my mom made
egg salad
yuck
a hamburger or sloppy joe
baloney or meatloaf cold
ham or grilled cheese
BLT if you please
tuna salad or deviled ham
even open up that can of spam
pimento cheese or barbecue
even chicken salad would do
turkey chicken fry an egg
almost anything made of pig
don't forget the p and j
hot dogs are here to stay
meatball or tasty italian
irish corn beef or classic rueben
roast beef or patty melt
steak and cheese will make me shout
before you grind that cute lamb
i am okay with bread and jam
but egg salad is rather plain
of all sandwiches it's mundane
but now mom has passed away
i eat egg salad on her birthday
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2015
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