The Devil's in my sandwich
Waiting for me to bite
Somewhere between the pickle and the cheese
I bought it from the station
Where the man tipped me a smile
Said "You've never tasted sandwiches like these."
So I lifted the bread
With a prayer upon my lips
And I bit off more than ever I could chew
But I wore a brazen grin
As the pickle trickled out
Thinking "Devil, this time I have bitten you."
But you should never second guess
Where old Nicholas' involved
As I recalled a friend at lunch telling a joke
I opened up to laugh
And that sandwich tumbled down
As the devil he began to make me choke.
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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.
But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.
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