The Deli Choice

The Deli Choice

© 2001 by Bud Lemire

As I enter Elmer's deli, I ask myself what will it be

Will it be ham or turkey, or the roast beef for me

I could have a little of each, if I want it that way

But I think I'll settle for turkey, on this special day

Next is the choice, of what kind of cheese

I point out my selection, thin sliced, please

The kind woman with the plastic glove, slices it for me

Then she weighs it, and labels the price it will be

My favorite kind of cheese, is American-Swiss

It melts in my mouth, like a warm gentle kiss

Next I'll take half a pound of muenster cheese to go

Cheese goes great in salads, in case you didn't know

I usually don't select, anything else by choice

Why those deli women, hardly know my voice

But every now and then, every once in a while

They may see my face, covered with a smile

For it does my heart good, to buy something I like

And carry it home, as I ride on my bike

It's quite healthy for everyone, to visit the deli for food

And it's great for the stomach, when you're in the cheesy mood

I don't visit Elmer's Deli as much as I did when I wrote this poem.

But I still stop occasionally for some good meat for sandwiches.