Sonnet on Marmite....English Sonnet
Sweet love provides comfort, a place to rest
My head; a joyous heart while dancing here,
A smile that says that life has met its test
For love reached out and drew me ever near.
To wake as two and then a breakfast share
A cup of tea, a perfect slice of toast,
With velvet black on butter spread with care
Her frown reveals 'My Mate' is not her boast!
Yet loyalty to Marmite must remain,
The only spread that brings my soul repast
She may think it's being a stubborn pain,
But childhood friends are mine until the last.
To some my friend is just that yeast extract
But Marmite stays my mate and that's a fact!
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