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Ode to Butter
Sweet cream churned from Bovine succulence
For so long you were absent from my bread Abandoned on the shelf you were lost to me Thank heaven for the garlic bread that returned you to my life I've no need for a knife I will rub you like a glue stick onto English muffins and fresh tortillas Under jelly you will abide Your doppleganger margarine shall nary pass my lips It's butter I love Your richness melts my soul |
I'm so sorry. I can't read this after watching "Last Tango in Paris". :Hangs head in shame:
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Lol, I have no idea what you are talking about, but it sounds funny.
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No. No reference is a good thing here. I couldn't even begin to explain on our boards. Just that, my mind is a piece of gravel in the gutter.
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Great poem, Traci. I like butter, too. It lies amongst the truly great things in life. A rare jewel is butter. Butter is like no 'uther.
Listen up! Butter, also happens to be the highest source of fat soluble vitamins A & D. Fatty acids in Butter act both to produce energy and retain muscle mass and burn fat! In short, Butter is our Friend. Butter loves you. Butter is as close as your neighborhood grocer's freezer. My neighborhood grocer went missing for two weeks and they found his body later in another grocer's freezer. But I digress. Butter + bagel = Happy me. You know where I stand. That's me. How you feel about butter, I do not know. And I do not wish to presume. I have said my peace. Again, good stuff, Traci. |
Mmmm butter.
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I was thinking your bagel post and Traci's butter one ought to meet. Just seems sort of...natural. |
MMmmm... Butter..... :blush:
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Marlon Brando: bumbumbumbumb fvuk bumbumbumbumb fvuk
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