Sandwich Man
A fervent beep from his horn, signals the ‘Sandwich
Mans' arrival Hungry employees, funds in hand, one by one take their order to
the 'Sandwich Man'
The man is
discussion, I do not know his image conjures up, to me, a
theatrical show. Two slices of
wholemeal bread make up his coat buttons to fasten olives stuffed to the
brim…with cheese from a goat. Legs covered by
trousers of ham…honey roast, slip into lettuce shoes, with
soles of golden brown toast A bacon shirt, ready
to fry Is closed at the collar by a spring onion tie.
His attire is brought
to a close with a Marzipan hat, the
colour of rose
Everyday, when I hear
the horn of his van I smile and enjoy this image of the 'Sandwich Man'
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