In the land of plenty, there lived a man A man of great renown, with a sandwich in his hand A hero of the lunch hour, with hunger in his heart He set out on a journey, to satisfy this part He walked along the busy streets, with his sandwich in his grip The aroma of the meat and bread, with every single sniff He could feel the hunger inside, starting to take control So he stood still and unwrapped, his beloved sandwich roll The bread was golden brown and soft, like a freshly baked pie The meats were stacked so high, it almost reached the sky The cheese was melted and gooey, like streams of molten gold The sauces were rich and flavorful, so savory and bold He took a bite of the sandwich, and his eyes lit up with glee The flavors burst within his mouth, so satisfyingly The crunch of each ingredient, the feeling of fulfillment inside It was like a symphony of taste, and he had to have a ride So he devoured the sandwich, in a mere matter of time With every single bite, he felt like he could climb The highest mountain or swim the deepest sea All because of the sandwich, that brought him such great energy In the end, his journey was complete, the sandwich was no more But the memory of the feast, made him happy to the core For he knew that the sandwich, was truly a work of art And it filled him with happiness, that came straight from the heart.