Butter Sonnet

Butter, you simple, fatty, yellow glob, How many times has Paula Deen used you? Your flavor goes well on corn-on-the-cob. Other substances, you they can't outdo. In cakes, casseroles, and pecan sandies, The weight gained by you goes to our fannies. Your taste is popular among aunties, As well as with old, sweet, little grannies. You are made by churning fermented milk. When melted, you are a gold waterfall. The texture of you when softened is silk. Unwrapping you, I hear a trumpet-call. Although you make me gain weight and feel fat, I would happily dive into your vat.