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I Was Not a Butter Boy

I was not a butter boy
Who ate his corn in flakes
What did I do with the cobs?
I was not the butter boy
Who ate his plantain in chips
What happened to the bunches?
I did not measure grains with a cup,
One half-full bag summoned another.
The combs enjoyed the right of fertility;
Why must I peel, slice and cook?
I grew not under gate and key;
Under the buoyant cash crop trees,
I roamed like cat days and nights.
Neither slang nor lingo I knew;
Proverbs were the parables.
What was "the Mills and boon"?
Who was the Hardley Chase?
Go to the tortoise and be wise.

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