I was laid in bed at about 4.30 the other morning, unable to
get back to sleep. For some strange and unknown reason, I began to think about
Marmite. So here are my thoughts. It is not a poem; more the ramblings of an
insomniac. Have you ever come across children who don’t listen to what you are
saying? One of my colleagues described such a child
in this way “He doesn’t listen. When you are talking to him, he is having his
own conversation with himself inside his head.” So this is the conversation
that I had with myself inside my head early one morning. I have called it “Why
Marmite is like Jesus”.
WHY MARMITE IS LIKE JESUS
Some people
love Marmite; others hate it.Carol loves Marmite; I don’t.
Yet every time I open a certain cupboard door in our kitchen, there it is,
At the front of the shelf, squat and black with a yellow lid.
“Try me”, it seems to say; “You’re in the way”, I think.
I want jam or marmalade, peanut butter, chocolate spread,
But you sit there in front of them, blocking the way.
I read your label, you tell me you are good for me,
Much better than the sugar that I crave.
And then I see it, “Store in a cool dark place”
So I hide you at the back of the shelf, out of sight and out of mind.
And yet, the next day, on opening that door, there you are,
Restored to your place of prominence,
Why won’t you go away?
Now you even invade my early morning thoughts.
Perhaps, one day, I will just have to taste and see.
Marmite, some love it, others hate it, but you can’t ignore it.
