Watched my ham sandwich,
take off and fly,
into Grecian blue ocean sky.
as the dutiful stork with babe,
over dangerous bluffs,
and sea spray puffs,
did not care,  such a sight was made.
with butterfly winds that did take her.
this way and that, over ship mast,
"Fly my Sandwich, over bar
and breaker."
a speck, then gone,
or perhaps, the sea gull finally ate her.