The one for me, I knew it from the start,
how you came willingly into my cart.
I looked you over, expecting a few flaws,
but finding not one, my breath gave a pause.
With your beautiful bun done up just right,
a hint of sweet sesame, ever so slight,
you shook the foundations of my soul,
with that rich smell, my heart you stole.
You came and you went, a moment too brief,
I wish I could forget and find relief,
But here I am, only thinking of you,
Knowing nothing to sustain me like you do.
Oh precious lunch! Epic sandwich of mine!
How I wish I could simply turn back time!
I'd gladly revisit your perfect, fresh makin's,
tomato, lettuce, mayo... TWO KINDS OF BACONS!
You were the best to me, no one "got' me like you did.
You made me feel, once again, just like a little kid.
Pains me thinking of how swiftly through you I did chew,
and until next time, I'll only be thinking of you.
-- Coraemon
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