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Ah, Marmite, in your squat and amber jar,

A pungent promise, near and yet so far

For some, a nectar, rich and deeply known,

For others, dread upon a breakfast scone.

Dark, viscous spread, a salty, yeasty might,

A brewing byproduct, turned to pure delight

(Or so the lovers sing with fervent glee),

A savory umami, wild and free.

Upon the pale expanse of buttered toast,

A thin brown smear, a flavor to be boast’d.

It wakes the sleepy tongue with sudden zest,

A bold adventure, putting taste to test.

You stand defiant, polarizing all,

No tepid feelings grace your rise or fall.

“Love it or hate it,” proudly you proclaim,

A culinary dare, a flavorful game.

From humble origins, a brewer’s gift,

You’ve stirred up passions, made a mighty rift

Between the camps of those who understand

Your salty magic, spread across the land.

So raise a spoon, or scrape a careful knife,

To Marmite’s power, the essence of food-life.

A taste unique, a British point of pride,

Whether embraced with love, or cast aside!