Jam butties, I eat them all the time
And now I find myself writing this here rhyme
About jam butties on thickly sliced white bread
When this sonnet is seen they'll think I'm off my head
Talking about jam butties different from the rest
Of my other poems, but hardly is my best
So listen to my ramble about this little snack
I eat them anywhere, in house, or car, or shack
Jam butties everywhere, made on my kitchen side
With my cutting knife, sometimes I divide
Cut into two pieces for easier digest
The sonnet of the jam butties will never be supressed
Besides. It's funny.