I like a cup of coffee
I enjoy a mug of tea
But a thermos filled with Bovril
Is really not for me
It’s not that I’m picky
But I can’t help but think
That salty extract of beef
Probably shouldn’t be a drink
I’m really not that fussy
About what I choose to eat
But I can’t get on board
With the idea of drinking meat
I suppose I’m less opposed
To Bovril as a spread
But if I have the option
I’d choose Marmite instead
Still in these times of Brexit
And negotiations going wrong
The UK should come together
And join in stoic song
For we may lose our household staples
If we can’t strike a deal
But we’ll have Bovril forever
(No matter how that makes us feel)
James Proclaims! 
15 responses to “The Infallible Power Of Bovril”
Hi James I thought you were going to extol the virtues of Bovril, but no, you decry them. Just loved it. I favour Oxo myself.
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I can get on board with oxo
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Speaking to my mate he said that oxo used to be more squidgy, not a dry cube as it is now. Sounds about right to me
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I must agree
that bovril tea
is not for me!
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THE POPE and Bovril???!!! Oh, my goodness.
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It’s a formidable combination
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There’s a time and a place for drinking Bovril and that is at the football at half time. Come on you Seagulls!!!!
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That poem is one for the ages!
I raise my glass (of Bailey’s Irish Cream) in it’s honour and proclaim “I’ll drink to that!”
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Now a glass of Baileys is definitely up my street.
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Do you have a standing on Oxo? I was brought up in a Marmite for spread / Oxo for Half-time rugby drinks kind of family. But then I’d happily down a cup of gravy. Must be the northerner in me!
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Hi Haylee, I used to have oxo at half time football matches. Did you used to have gravy on toast? My although I live in the south, my mum came from Liverpool. Let’s hear it for gravy or dripping on toast.
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Haha, not just gravy – I’d say I went one step weirder and would eat mashed potato toasted sandwiches. Which I’d then dip in gravy! I had odd tastes as a child!
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I remember drinking gravy but usually when it was being made to accompany a Sunday roast. It was never made as a drink particularly, but drinking it in addition to having it on the roast was acceptable. Maybe that’s because my mum is from the Midlands. Which is half way to the North…
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That would explain it – further north and no accompanying meat or veg is required for a pint of the brown stuff!
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Woah
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