The Peanut Butter Club
Ev’ry night, just ‘bout nine
This story does unfold
The living room is quiet
My puppy’s nose is cold
The TV plays a drama
We’re watching, all is well
In fact, my pup is sleeping
As far as I can tell
A bit of hunger hits me
The pantry in my sight
I tiptoe ‘cross the carpets
So quiet while in flight
No matter my endeavor
I turn to see a tail
Wave above the sofa
Following my trail
Before I touch the jar
He knows just what I’ll do
I’m caught, there’s no denying
“Yes, there’s some for you”
This little game, each night we play
My finger now a stub
As we have just concluded
“The Peanut Butter Club “
For my little Monte
Who just adores peanut butter
“Natural, extra chunky, of course”
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2018
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