B.M.T.

Subway sandwich won't you come and save my soul
with your lettice branches
wrapped about tender hearts.
And the B.M.T. is good for me
all juicy and fine,
I think it's time-- to eat.
When that oil and vinegar plops on top
It cries, "Yummmmmm- ooooooh yeah!"
grab the wheat bun
I think that a six inch is not enough
or a twelve for that matter
what I need is a phat party sub
six feet of pure happiness awaits
for six mouths-- at least.
All those juicy toppiongs piled high
so you can't een get a bite
but when you do-- it's free
super rollercoaster excitement.
get some cold lemonade
sit under the oak tree
with not a bee in sight
just chompin' away
with an empty tank,  Just---
Deeeeelightful, Deeeeeleighfuuuuul.