Anyone heard of Anchor butter?

Another of John's poems, and his explanatory note.  He's got a thing about Anchor butter, which I love but am not allowed to buy.  Goodness knows what flavour he picks up.  By the way, no offence to any New Zealander I hope!

The very likeable tea lady of advanced years who used to bring me my lunch when I was in the office had a nice sense of humour and I don’t think she minded my plea about my pet hate – Anchor Butter.

To Doris

by Roland Butter, pp John Humphreys

20/02/1981

Please pardon a humble suggestion

Which I hope will be read without rancour:

For the sake of my ageing digestion

Could our butter be other than “Anchor”?

I’m not for a moment ungrateful;

You’ve served up whatever I’ve fancied –

With goodies galore by the plateful,

Yet with butter that always seems rancid.

Your bananas are curved to perfection,

The Ryvita a crisp golden-brown,

I’m thrilled with the sild and the salads you build

- And your tongue is the talk of the town!

So don’t think me churlish, I pray,

Nor raise an indignant commotion;

But the place for an Anchor, I’d say,

Is deep in the bed of an ocean.

-oOo-

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