Butter! Butter! Where are you? 
You’re not in the fridge. 
Are you hiding from me? 
A just need a smidge. 

For my crumpets. Only two 
Why don’t you come hither? 
I’ll let you go before you know 
I just need a slither 

Ah there you are. On the side 
How did you escape?! 
I’ve got my knife. I’ll hold your life 
On this nice warm plate 

Actually I changed my mind 
Crumpets can’t be dry 
I’m going to dolop you on them 
I’m afraid you’ll have to die

I’m loving memory of M.Y Butter. Use by date April 2023. Gone before his time. Gone, but never forgotten. RIP