Butter Or Marge
Creamy, salty and rich,
My father he did mutter,
He took a bite, Crunch,
As mother started to stutter,
God knows WH WH why you love it so,
After all its only butter,
Well he said there was a copper,
His wife loved it to,
Yet he couldn't stop her,
So he pulled out his truncheon,
Which was quite large,
And shouted no not butter eat Marge,
Well it ended in tears almost divorce,
Five years on,
He's eating butter of course,
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