Ode to Butter

There's a young woman
down the hill on a tire swing
her blonde hair is waving hello
with every wind blown pass

Her waspish waist, tied with a sash
flows out behind her
she is the picture of a southern lazy summer day.

She will never know
the same absolute orgasmic wonders as I
the one who watches her
slathering mounds of butter on my everything bagel

eff her the little twit