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:TwitterFacebookLinkedInEmailPinterestLike Loading...
Amy said:
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!)
caroness1 said:
I know, it is either love or gate! But fresh bread and lashings of butter? Perfect!