Must Have Butter
I once saw a UFO; an unidentified flying object.
When I told my family, they thought that I was nutty.
An object can be anything; even simple butter.
When I got up this morning; I wanted toast with butter.
When my toast was ready, my butter contained a foreign object.
Since peanut butter was all that was left; my task was very nutty.
Outside I took my breakfast; coffee and toast so nutty.
Across the sky, something glided; as smooth as, melted butter.
It was no bird that I saw, but an unidentified flying object.
I saw the object; I’m not nutty; and to the store I’ll scurry; I have to have butter!
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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