Wednesday, November 09, 2011

PBJ...

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.

5 comments:

kdzu said...

Oh, my.

Jean said...

yeah. strange, eh?

Doom said...

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*

the walking man said...

Damn straight...what Doom said!

Jean said...

Mother Jones? Guess I need to google...hmmmm.