Sonnet for a Grilled Cheese Sandwich



How dearly do I wish to sample thee,

So gently tucked between each slice of bread,

The golden treasure of amorphous cheese.

Enraptured am I, bliss flits through my head

In manner unlike any meal before

Could ever cause within my fragile frame.

What greater earthly pleasure, yes, what more

Could mortal man of right mind seek to claim

Beyond the simple decadence of this.

A simple dish the sandwich. Even still

To be yet simpler, and yet not amiss

With one ingredient only, is true skill.

Alas, with only failure am I crowned

For having dropped my grilled cheese on the ground.



John Gudz, Staff Member