Do you remember having food fights in the cafeteria? I don't! Thus, I delight in playing with my food in other ways :)!
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Marge Jarrine, whipped, oozes like butter
but is Marge truly healthy, better?
Her oily speech, ways, are (for some) wrong;
because she’s cheap folks bring her along.
Like an ear, you can find her around
Marge Jarrine is the talk of the town.
She, soothingly, easily goes down.

The doctor said to get rid of her;
that she is no better than butter.
Slippery, she’s apt to slide away
and (on our faces) swim around, play.
It’s tough to contain her when it’s hot,
often she is hard when it is not,
but I like Marge Jarrine a whole lot.

Marge Jarrine comes now in a fine mist.
(If her tongue flung balls, she’d be a hit!)
When she turns bad, if one is camping,
eating’s not as good or enchanting.
She’s a great gal to take on your trip,
when she leaves you a pat, you don’t tip.
(Though she is yella, don’t let that slip.)

You’ll pack a few pounds fooling with her,
and never know in what mess she’ll stir.
She lays on your tongue till it’s remiss;
your organs, flip-flopping, do the twist.
This maiden is someone to cherish,
to love, be faithful and encourage
that, despite doctors, to thrive, flourish.

Marge Jarrine plays the strings of heart. PING!