Feeling blue, sad and lonely?
Open the fridge, get out the baloney.
Slap on white bread, the one that's not healthy,
Poor folks like it, so do the wealthy
A scrape of butter on each slice,
A leaf of lettuce makes it nice.
Bit of daring and nourishment too,
Mustard or mayo will see you through.
Ignore the grits, the corn, the pone,
Baloney's the choice when you're alone.
It's comfy, cozy, down right homey,
That's how you'll feel while eating baloney.
For the posh and the elite,
Score each slice and give it heat.
To fry or not is up to you,
Buffalonians love it, so will you.
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