Unsavoury Spread

Some say it really is a beast, This extract made from brewer’s yeast, And yet, to me, it is a feast to celebrate. The name is French – it is ‘marmite’, At any meal it is a treat, What’s more it never can be beat, so on I prate. Sustaining troops through two world wars, Or family snacks with you and yours, It’s lunch or picnics out of doors or after eight. Its viscous texture, brown and thick Can cause some people to feel sick – For me it’s nectar, just a lick will captivate. On bread or toast with cheese or jam, With chicken, beef or finest ham, Or even with that dreadful spam – to elevate ! No marmalade or jam on bread, Nor clover honey, thickly spread Can better that of which you’ve read, which is “my mate”.