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.
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.
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
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?
best peanut butter cookie
three ingredients
peanut butter and sugar
a cup of each one
and one chopped up egg
best ever
treat
She always had one
In her hand.
“Peanut butter cups,”
She’d say,
“They help me forget.”
She spent her saved change
On peanut butter cups
At the 7-11 down the road
Every day.
She would come to class
Holding a peanut butter cup
And would sit in the second row—
Second chair—
Eating it silently.
When she was done
She would fold the wrapper
Into a little heart
And slip it into her lunchbox.
I wondered
How many hearts she had made.
Woke up this am and climbed out of bed.
Slept with my shoes on and a song in my head.
The beat grew stronger as the lyrics spread,
like peanut butter and jelly on a slice of bread..
A word of advise before you hit the bed.
Be prepared for your dream life and what's ahead for
one never knows where dreams may tread.
i can smell her chocolate and peanut butter as i enter the grocery store
do you smell that?
sweet salty Reeses peanut butter cups
i envision myself unwrapping her aluminum foil
bite sized?
heck no!
All wore peanut butter pants
where the world spread jam
As the tailor tried to fit you
in a bread you'd call his clam
And you paid for more than sticky
when a sandwich would expand
And your filling was for others
that your taste was in their hand
And you never knew another
for leaving you alone
When you're made up for the moment
that someone would condone
And were gobbled up for nighttime
when your love was there to be
Joining jam and peanut butter
nightly for the spree
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