In youth, I was sadly misled
by my walnut brain and my walnut head.
Then I saw Mr. Peanut, scratched my head,
and learned to think like a peanut, instead.
baking peanut butter cookies, created in haste
salivating in anticipation of their sugary taste
oven cannot heat up fast enough to satisfy me
I eat a couple of raw ones, two or maybe three.
I owe George Washington Carver
I would not want to live in a world
without peanut butter
I hope that he knows this
He is in my nightly prayers
A sandwich of peanut butter,
be it with or without jelly,
is just the thing that I need
to satisfy my belly.
So, if you have a jar of Jif,
with or without chunks,
a butter knife is what we need
to smooth out all the glunks.
We'll also need a slice of bread,
with or without crust,
and a plumber's helper
to clear our esophagust.
Roots in Missouri
A free mind in slavery
I asked God for help
He said, "Look at the peanut"
So, I moved to Tuskegee
The ads and displays are everywhere
crowding entries and doorways.
There are even commercials on monitors—
I can’t escape.
I rush in for a few items and conversation
but choices offered seem bigger than life.
Signs that say save and save
implore that you spend more.
I pass by an aisle of more types
of bread than I could imagine
leading to a myriad of types
of peanut butter.
I must confess I couldn’t find
the peanut butter with jelly
that delighted my tongue
when I worked long, hot days
with construction crews
some other time and place.
Every small town I passed
nestled along narrow highways
had a name on a water tower
as it pierced the sky.
I long to go to a quiet place
and list my memories
a collage of the life
I’ve known.
older man should eat
toasted peanut with cortex
and some little salt
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
No longer a staple of school lunches.
Too many children with allergies.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
sink full of dishes
rubbish bin overflowing
damp clothes filter through ~
chaos and stars rise
sellotaped window gives smile
Sirius does too ~
dance one step at time
upheaval rises to laugh
floral socks threadbare ~
peanut butter bread
ants eat crumbs while pen cold waits
cracked chaos chortle ~
peanut butter cookies are easy for me
one cup of sugar wild and free
one egg stirred as I mutter
one cup of any old peanut butter
wonderful if baked ten minutes, truly nifty
be sure and set the over to three fifty
shes sweet and salty
reeses peanut butter cup
I cant resist her
When, once, a peanut and a walnut met,
as covered by the Iowa Gazette,
the question good folks asked was whether
these two nuts could go together.
As a kitchen cook, I must insist -
these two nuts can co-exist.
One ingredient peanut butter fudge -
you don't even have to budge.
All you need to have's a spoon.
Serve in the morning or afternoon.
Today I think of your
Contributions closing the theater’s door
Putting together toasted bread
Ready for a child to be fed
Youngster wearing grape jelly
Face down to the belly
Laughing saying ‘this is great’
Not showing any hate
But Peanut Butter, it is you
Who makes the mid-day matinee ever so cool
Thank you for coming out of the nutty shell
I would like to tell
About the sandwich where you are
The star
Performing with a backup fruity band
Bringing in all your fans
Grabbing using two strong hands
Not really needing added ham
Applause when going into the mouth
Travelling stomach south
Toddler enjoying the mess
Never will they confess
Instead, go off to sleep
Napping counting Bo and Peep
Lovely sheep
Who once were said
Proclaimed Holy bread
God’s true lamb
Sacrificed when ended up caught in a jam
How much do we love
Our meal fitting like a glove
Getting it all over ourselves
Nutritious wealth
Giving us good health
Being simple as a chair
Lunchtime afternoon’s delightful affair
Always welcome on the stage
No matter what the audiences age
peanut butter and mayo
don’t forget lettuce
it is my favorite sandwich
not real Mayo
Sweet Miracle Whip
do you want
one?
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