Bread 18 Tuesday Mar 2014 Posted by Caro Field in poetry ≈ 2 Comments I really fancy some crusty white bread, With lashings of butter, thickly spread, Then a good smear of Marmite is first rate, You may not like it – is it love or hate? Oh, just the thought of it goes to my head! Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
There are times when a thick slick of bread, spread with soft butter, is JUST THE THING, eh, Caro? (Not so sure about the Marmite, though!)
I know, it is either love or gate! But fresh bread and lashings of butter? Perfect!