Daily POST, Daily Prompt, Poetry, Story

a fRoth-an indication of something else!

I churn my brain,

for quite long,

the first thing came to notice was froth,

I babbled with a gist,

Soon I will convert it,

to butter of my thoughts,

I kept churning until and unless,

I saw a thick layer of froth,

NO, it was butter leaving behind,

the buttermilk broth!