I’m not a big fan of butter
which is why I could never
live in England unless,
and I’m not willing to do it,
I became a vegan and then
I could beg off I suppose.
Why the English see the need
to put a thin layer of it
on each slice of bread
in a sandwich is beyond me.
And don’t get me started
on marmite, the devils
own unique concoction
to punish the former colonialists.
But butter should have its limits
but does not, I learned one day,
when it lined the bread of my
jam and peanut butter sandwich.