Bread And Butter Poem by Elvis Addae

There was a kind of energy we had eating bread and butter as kids.
Two totally different products we enjoyed seeing together
Bread always was a resilient and consistent breadwinner, thesparks of relief we had seeing him come out of the hot bakery
Sometimes he returned in our mouths disappointed, yet he always entered our stomachs to make us satisfied
Butter always made Bread better with her endless effort of submittingherself to lie in those slices.
Imagining them stand alone was impossible because they seemed inseparable to us
Such kind acolytes to our beverages made us breakfasts
One fateful day we awoke from the wrong sides of our beds to only here there was a shortage of flour and that led to Bread's demise
A heavy sorrow hit our hearts, tears overflowed from our eyes like waterfalls
Bread's consistent sacrifices would forever be lost, who would bring back our morning joys.
Joy comes in the morning but ours would always be filled with mournings
Bread's absence made butter bitter.
Was she going to face the oven alone?
How could she satisfy our selfish hungers.Never again would we be satisfied, because taking butter alone wasn't a healthy diet and that we'd be prone to all sorts of malfunctions in life
Now in our youths the hunger of bread makes us terrified
What void we'd become if Butter should give off her final sigh
Then like our wail would forever cry and our souls would forever wry
But we are always tempted by the sound of the flute to exchange butter as a barter for another butter called drunkenness
Maybe he could take away our fear of the future but i'm a teetotaler
So with gratefulness we'd embrace Butter and not neglect her,
We'd embrace her as our only lover
For the lesson Bread taught us made us much better
Both when they were together and now in asunder
That we would surely see them together again with a stronger bond
where we will eat bread and honey over with the Baker and not with butter