Oh Sausage sandwich you're devine,
you've got greasy drippings
that feel just fine,
buttery bread, is calorific dread
And oodles of ketchup
like something just dead.
Oh sausage sandwich
clog those artery's
If I'm going to hell,
make mine with seven
before I go I'll be in sausage heaven.
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2 comments:
LMAO... I wonder what expired this insightful ode ;)
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