Unwrap the loaf,
Wipe the bread board,
Unlid the butter,
Wield the butter knife.

An extra sandwich is fine -
Should you ask, no I won't assume.
Your favourite filling, never would be mine,
Four slices for me, two even for you.

Spread out the butter,
Lay down the filling,
Smooth through the dressing,
Mine topped with loaf crust.

Don't make me a sandwich, I say.
I make my own - and yours ever afterwards.

And yet men say they built civilisation,
Unable ever to weld two pieces of bread.