Smooth and soft,
Like dough in my hands.
Cold yet sometimes so warm
So small yet so much.
The way you're so easy to spread,
You're an obsession that I must use daily.
Doesn't matter the time of day or night,
I can always depend on you to be there.
Your fair light yellow...
Light Yellow!?
Wait! This is margarine!!
I can't believe it's not butter.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 8:11 AM UTC
Smooth and soft,
Like dough in my hands.
Cold yet sometimes so warm
So small yet so much.
The way you're so easy to spread,
You're an obsession that I must use daily.
Doesn't matter the time of day or night,
I can always depend on you to be there.
Your fair light yellow...
Light Yellow!?
Wait! This is margarine!!
I can't believe it's not butter.
Haha was making toast
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