ou cut your sandwiches in triangles,, not squares
Cos it ‘feels’ that there’s less crust
Posher, if for the same dime
You can dine, more refined
Like a king, it’s a must
You zig-zag through a grid of blocks
To the opposite corner of town
‘Feels’ wise to try to diagonalize
But it’s the same distance via the seafront, and up the downs
Even if each zig and zag were tiny and
Tended towards a roughly diagonalized advance
Each step at right angles to the last
Your legs would walk like you’ve pooed your pants