The 4th Earl of Sandwich was the kind of man I admire -
stopping poker for dinner lit his temper on fire.
And so he invented a most tasty dish,
meat between bread sounded totally delish.
From that day on eating didn't interfere with his fun -
he kept his cards in the left hand, food in the right one.
I'm guessing the Earl fell in love at first bite,
and committed to eating them every single night.
These days sandwiches are revered for their size and/or flavor,
and reality TV chefs tell us where and what we should savor.
As a food channel watching, online poker playing girl,
I can't help but feel sad - we've let down the Earl.
The sandwich is now difficult to eat with one hand,
because "bigger is better" is what's in demand.
Piled high with meat, cheese, veggies and sauce,
our gambling is interrupted; the sandwich is boss.
The sandwich has been evolving for nearly three hundred years,
and many no longer gamble due to addictions and fears.
The original meat & bread concoction to me sounds quite plain,
and I feel that during poker, tasty food fuels my brain.
The Earl of Sandwich didn't experience today's online poker gurus,
who play in pajamas, watching tv, with no t-shirt or shoes.
Spilling on our computers is just a risk we must take,
nearly every time we eat while the game's not on break.
© Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
© Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.
Links to the you tube videos that helped inspire this poem:
The Sandwich Song
This poem is being shared for Poetry Potluck's 25 week aniversary.
I thought my readers might enjoy seeing one of the original posts from me.
