His name was Peanut Butter Jones.
His parents were hippies.
His quest was to find the perfect Jelly.
He spread Orange Marmalade, licked
Peach Preserves and dipped a digit in his
cousin Apple Butter.
Plain Grape made him drip. Red Raspberry
stuck in his teeth. Elder Berry was too ripe
and Cherry was taken a long time ago.
Poor Peanut changed his name to Damn Skippy.
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
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5 comments:
Oh, my.
yeah. strange, eh?
I think you have a lead on folk poetry! Even I can... understand all the whats and wherefores, I think. You ought to send that to Mother Jones! *chuckles*
Damn straight...what Doom said!
Mother Jones? Guess I need to google...hmmmm.
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