Note: I never lost a baloney sandwich; I always kept track of mine. This poem is based on the loss of a fictional character on a Cartoon Network program. Brak lost his baloney sandwich and wrote a song about it, so I based my poem on his experience.
Here's to my baloney sandwich,
I sat on it on the bus to school.
It was beautiful, fresh, with butter,
American cheese and brown mustard,
Mom bought it for me.
It was great, until I squashed it
By mistake -- I'm sorry, sandwich!
But I think of you every time I see a bus.