Manna-Marmite-Or What Is It
Tommy’s battle is in the bulge.
So much marmite in his pantry.
Celebrating, he does indulge.
Souper Choir laments in chantry.
What is this edible cement?
I’ve not the wherewithal to find.
Is it a sin not to try? Hell-bent?
To Tommy, I better be kind.
I opened the black jar with the
bright yellow lid for marmite cause
and Tommy all I saw was thee
reflected in the jar - your jaws.
I think I’ll skip the marmite here.
I need to chew on edibles
of real nutrition without fear.
Cost of marmite’s incredible.
1/7/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
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