The Sandwich God
The Sandwich God gazed
Upon the doughnuts glazed.
"Fear thine fate not,"
Be what his mouth shot.
"Mine fellow pastry comrades,
"For thee I'll play all the cards."
But alas! Sandwich God had no arms!
To the captors he could procure no harms!
He were just a silly sandwich,
Devoid of every appendage!
He was just a delectable square,
Lacking even hair!
Fitting upon him was not even a toupee!
None can be fitted,
Even to this day.
How will he feel when he is wed
With no hair upon his head?
He is lifted towards the heavens,
To rule once more with the lemons.
But no, it was a trick!
He realised that to the plate he could no longer stick!
His was realising his greatest fears,
Letting out uncountable tears!
It was he, a product of wheat,
That this foolish human would eat!
But he wasn't truly digested,
So out of the bowels he quested.
For those glazed goods
He'd fight every bear in the woods.