Oh, apple butter.
Oh, how I love you.
Your apple cinnamony sweetness gives happiness so true.
The way you melt with peanut butter is so fine,
I cannot wait until you get in that mouth of mine.
When I see you sittin' on my grandma's table,
my stomach growls and is unstable.
Until I can spread you on a biscuit so fluffy,
my temperament is terrible and I'm a little huffy.
Oh, apple butter.
Oh, how I love you.
Thank you for the sweetness that always rings true.
1 comment:
Everytime I see or eat apple butter I always, always think of you.
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