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There Is No Champagne in Champagne Ham

To be fair I just turned up at my father’s wake
but I’m still bitter about the sandwiches served

Tombstones of margarined white bread
champagne ham shaved with square cheese
lettuce of crisp icebergs mayonnaised

But the women who delivered and released
their cling film shrouds had wide sympathetic smiles
this wasn’t their first bone rodeo

So as the empty afternoon dragged on, I directed
my regrets in one big dainty club sandwich at his not-wife
causing platters of blond crusts to curl in the heat
and tomato pips swim away in search of peat

No mourning champagne was served