A sushi a day in a faraway land,
With bright red salmon topped with a tan,
With rice below, oh ever so mellow,
A guy can fly his fiver or ten.

Oh why does it make me smile,
A simple gesture, a simple style,
It’s flesh glittering, it’s rice oh so shining,
It suggests that I buy a big pile!

Does anyone know why I wrote this poem,
In a day where there’s not much sodium?
I shouldn’t do this, nor should I take a piss,
Cause I think there’s something wrong with my cranium.
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