Butter cry
Butter fly
Is it margarine?
Would I lie?


About Paul

This is the part where I'm supposed to write something interesting about myself and you'll read it and think, "That's not that interesting." So let's not do that and just think about pizza instead, on the count of three. One, two, three. Donuts. Now, wasn't that interesting?
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8 Responses to Butter

  1. rebbit7 says:

    Simple, but hilarious! Love the pun.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. -Eugenia says:

    Excellent and clever!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. These deep thoughts beg the question:
    Are Margarineflies and Butterflies cousins or just distant relatives?

    Liked by 1 person

  4. This poem is brilliant

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