Peanut butter, you’re the peanut butter to my jelly. A poem.

Peanut butter!

Where is my peanut butter?

There it is, there’s my peanut butter.

Where is it now?

Over there?

No.

Over here?

No. Under there!

Under where?

It’s over by the candle.

All the goodness I can handle.

I put it on my sandwich.

I put it on bananas.

I’ll eat it in Ohio…

…and in Alabama.

Oh no! Where’d it go?

Peanut butter, peanut butter.

Where are you?

I want to be your friend…

…and take you to the store.

You can be the DJ…

…once I buckle you in.

Even when you’re crunchy…

…you’re awfully smooth.

Join me for breakfast, lunch, dinner…

…there are no rules.

When we’re together, I’m in a good mood.

Peanut butter, peanut butter…

…I love you.

-Out of the Wilderness


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Published by Ben Wilder

Since 2005, I've called Nashville home. I'm the leader of the pack, which includes a 13-year-old beagle and an 11-year-old blue heeler mix. My days include writing, video editing, and other fun activities. Thanks for checking out my blog, I hope you enjoy it!

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