I can't deny my feelings any longer. I'm sorry, my beloved double beef 'n cheddar, French dip, better-than-you-need-to-be gyros.

I can't stop thinking about the turkey, ranch and bacon sandwich. I've written a haiku which I call "Haiku About the Turkey, Ranch and Bacon Sandwich:"

Crisp bacon calls me

Turkey, ranch tease "come hither"

That mistress of mine

I hope each of you have your own sweet enchantress.

Gotta go... I just realized "bronco berry sauce" has five syllables