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.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2013
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