Yesterday, he came with lots of butter
Some yellow, some white, some grey
Silent as ever, not a word did he utter
His beautiful butters lay ready to prey
The sun was hot like a frying pan
It melted the butters and the man
Came evening, away the melting goes
By night, once again the butters froze
Today, a huge chunk of butter is it
The breakfast smells of milk and cheese
A diet very healthy indeed
But for that little blood and bone to tease.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
Yesterday, he came with lots of butter
Some yellow, some white, some grey
Silent as ever, not a word did he utter
His beautiful butters lay ready to prey
The sun was hot like a frying pan
It melted the butters and the man
Came evening, away the melting goes
By night, once again the butters froze
Today, a huge chunk of butter is it
The breakfast smells of milk and cheese
A diet very healthy indeed
But for that little blood and bone to tease.
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