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I got a gift of butter, now Good butter it was claimed to be I don't think it was from a cow And if it was, it cowed me A beard was growing on the stuff A goatish beard without a doubt Ah. it was sickly, sour and rough With poison juices seeping out Ah, it was slick. ah, it was grey I don't think any goat produced it I had to face it every day Oh, how I wish I had refused it The salts a thing it never knew In fact I'm sure they never met It sprouted spots of green and blue It made me ill. I'm not right yet 'Twas made of grease and wax and fat And substances too vile to utter You may be sure that after that Ive rather lost the taste for butter
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
A gift of butter
I got a gift of butter, now Good butter it was claimed to be I don't think it was from a cow And if it was, it cowed me A beard was growing on the stuff A goatish beard without a doubt Ah. it was sickly, sour and rough With poison juices seeping out Ah, it was slick. ah, it was grey I don't think any goat produced it I had to face it every day Oh, how I wish I had refused it The salts a thing it never knew In fact I'm sure they never met It sprouted spots of green and blue It made me ill. I'm not right yet 'Twas made of grease and wax and fat And substances too vile to utter You may be sure that after that Ive rather lost the taste for butter
From A 12th century poem, author unknown From texts at the time the case seems to be that poet felt obligated to eat the butter because it was given to him by the attractive woman next door Some things never change
#love#humor#humour#butter
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American
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
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