The Meatball
I'm a meatball in a sub,
With three others just like me,
We are warmed by tomato sauce,
And a blanket made of cheese.
The roll is our surrounding house,
Handled by a man,
Shivering at a football stadium,
While sitting in the stands.
My best friends will soon leave me,
One by one as I watch the teeth,
Overreach each sphere of nutrients,
Devouring what's beneath.
This is what I was born to do, so I will not be afraid,
Munch, munch, munch. Oh what a glorious day!
18-September-2021
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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