It’s brown, rich and creamy.

Let it ooze out hot and steamy.

On your toast you spread it thickly.

Down it quickly cos it’s sickly.

Slather it on your crackers.

Generously, your butt is packers.

Your supplies are never-ending.

Heave and watch the brown descending.

Cup your hands, now wait and hope.

The Buttella flows, like a glistening rope.

Into your wafer cone exudes the soft serve.

This is just a brown entrĂ©e, hors d’oeuvre.

Pure Pooetry

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