Ham On Rye

I'm not no Picasso, and I'm not no Poe. The only thing I need, is a late night woman. And a whole lot of dough. Apple and pumpkin, they're a cool kind of pie. Preferred by me, is ham on rye. There she was, so sexy and nice. My late night woman.After striking out twice. I met her in the bleachers, at a Friday night game. My apple and pumpkin didn't taste the same. And my late night woman, wouldn't take the blame. Then we saw the kicker.Kick the ball so high. It made us so unhappy.We were about to cry. Anyways, the whole damn thing, made me drop my ham on rye.. Humorous Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards Copyright 1992,2014.. ALL rights reserved..