Ode to the Love of my Life
Open the lid to find slightly burnt edges
I bite into the smoky spice of the sausage
Off the bread slides strings of sauerkraut
From the lip of the box my fork scoops it
Tastes the bitterness of a pickled cabbage
Residue a royal purple stain on white canvas
My teeth separate fullest potato
This bite crisp, that smooth
Each one peppered, each one bacon-ed—!
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Sorry, sausage truck, my dear
Words have failed
Your German potato salad
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I love the cheeky turn at the end! A fitting testament to a delicious dish.
“Fullest potato” is a fab phrase.