Something Fishy Going On
Melting butter out of the fridge
For lunchtime sandwiches
And I'm recalling Saturday tea
And smokey yellow hadock
Pulled from a hot grill,
With butter soon soothing.
Why I'm remembering this
I don't really know
As I haven't felt flakes for years.
Copyright © Brian Eatherton | Year Posted 2011
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