A Little Snack

[Middle West Heathen]

Words are like butter, this in you window my bread. With a cold knife, I can't seem to spread.
Maybe honey will top my bread nice. Possibly the sweet flavor can satisfy my vice.
Without the butter, honey sticks in my throat. Words out a mutter, I'll just befriend a goat.
They'll eat anything as you will not. I'm just another stew from this melting pot

 

[Nietzche]

Huh . . . I wonder who invented the delicious Heath toffe candy bar? Perhaps I should go Outback to find out . . .
Good god Mike . . . your going to regret this.
By the way, kick ass poem!
Jeffrey
:D