Butter Poems - Poems about Butter

What adds the best taste to some kinds of food? It’s useful and so flavorful to me. Not many foods I think from it I'd exclude. Boring without it, some things would be! For years, maybe eons, butter has been used. Taste-wise, I’d say it rarely gets abused. So butter me up like a buttercup – with love, for butter has a...

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One ingredient peanut butter fudge - you don't even have to budge. All you need to have's a spoon. Serve in the morning or afternoon....

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----------BOOK---------- Some sort of book, Everybody needs. Good book, bad book, Fulfills your greed. Light book, nice book, Whatever you need. Some sort of book, Everybody needs. Good book, good look, Just take a peek. Everybody needs A book each week. Red book, black book, On what you agreed. Some sort of book, Everybody needs. Bad book, cheap book, Nothing will shatter. After reading books, You work like butter. Gold book, silver book, Whatever you plead. Some sort...

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i guess you don't know i have the butter knife and i know what's in your closet clueless fools you, my mom - your wife living in some other world you know nothing of my life the butter knife is more than fantasy it is the key to open up the closet door maybe i won't be here anymore I can not explain it, from another shore you know what's...

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55 plus years of marriage down the drain She watches it spin and spin It is too much to process the pain Her mind usually a flurry No longer a need to hurry Her Husband departed on that sweet sad night The love of her life The peanut butter to her lettuce Is now out of sight He was...

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butter witty lyrics melting my ears yellow bright positive energy smooth smooth shimmery gliding melody fair, grooves leisurely my moonstruck heart bait...

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spread thick and smooth on crusty bread a warmth that lingers softly said from apples ripe with autumn’s care a spice-laced story lingers there the pot would bubble steam would rise as time would brew its sweet disguise cinnamon whispers nutmeg sighs a comfort born beneath cool skies each spoonful holds a season’s glow the orchard’s gift a quiet show oh simple joys a timeless...

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Today I think of your Contributions closing the theater’s door Putting together toasted bread Ready for a child to be fed Youngster wearing grape jelly Face down to the belly Laughing saying ‘this is great’ Not showing any hate But Peanut Butter, it is you Who makes the mid-day matinee ever so cool Thank you for...

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'Creak creak' says The old rocking chair On a tiny old wooden porch 'Aawk aawk' says The old crow as it Flies steadily to the north 'Cock-a-doodle-do' says The red rooster as he clucks The new day in at half past four Arise! Coffee's brewing eggs and bacon on the stove Hurry! Grab your baskets Time for pickin' in the grove Bring your pail out to the barn Milk...

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butter on my pancakes in my grits too on potatoes and salads and pie on both sides of my grilled cheese sandwich butter every second enjoyed all day long I am your girl if you need a butter song...

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peanut butter and mayo don’t forget lettuce it is my favorite sandwich not real Mayo Sweet Miracle Whip do you want one? ...

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best peanut butter cookie three ingredients peanut butter and sugar a cup of each one and one chopped up egg best ever treat...

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Haven’t you heard, “Butterflies are free” So, why to view them indoors are you charged a fee ...

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I can almost smell the fresh paint. That isn't possible however. That scent was almost 19 years ago… Butter Yellow was the name on the sample card. Rocking chair. Tiny pink booties. Stickers hide butter yellow behind princesses, animals, stars, happy faces, everything adhesive. About 50 inches up the walls.. stickers and fingerprints. Giggles echo. Spray paint...

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Gluttonous screen helpings of ‘A long time ago in a galaxy far far away..’ Lime boombox with Madonna singing, ‘Only when I’m dancin’ can I feel this free.’ Bread and butter of a pig tail soul; My base bricks, these memories built me; Grew up drawn to creativity, carved my yearbook space unequivocally; Walked with sweet n’ sour hooligans who chose to live...

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