Bread and butter
Round goes the irascible churn
And I am the butter within.
Whipped to a palatable stern
And used to the fullest chagrin
Knifed and spread a dubious source
A pinch of salt to add address
To give the proper taste of course
To an indigestible stress.
In case the symbols are not clear.
It is a breakfast discussion.
With the graceful note of some cheer
And then the base of percussion.
Its just I need some money dad,
I saw a huge sale yesterday.
And I also need the car bad,
This one time sale goes off today.
Here's the money and the keys and
His response, Don't tell mom please?