Here is part one of a poem about fixing a sandwich. I am going to add to it.

"i am going to fix a sandwich
right after this song i sing
i had a craving, an itch
to put on the thing

some pickles and mayo
ham, how could i say no?
this goes between two slices of bread
that's exactly what i said

my sandwich will be the best
the best one ever made
it will certainly past the test
the test of time and will not fade

into obscurity
i'm feeling security
i'm pretty sure
i'll never forget her

sandwiches are female
just like your ship
that you sail
my toenails need a clip"