A large flat white and Vegemite, on toasted Turkish bread
There’s a whole host I like
on toast, but Vegemite’s the spread
That I have sought, when missed,
distraught, I turn to peanut butter
Only two condiments do I
need, so my cupboard's free from clutter
An early morning ritual, I
practise with precision
No Vegemite can make it
tough, necessitates decision
Don’t put me under pressure,
don’t make me make a choice
I love my toasted Vegemite,
it’s so very very noice …
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