A Jar Of Peanut Butter Poem by Wilfred Mellers

You, Me, And A Jar of Peanut Butter
Friday, April 10,2009

The barren landscape spread shore to shore
Passages opened an unspoiled corridor
Covered now fertile grounds with peanut butter
Succulent tender treat sounds you now utter

Cries delight the more you utter
Crazy, I know, but do I stutter?
Warm yet juicy passion's pink
Youthful fountains from hence I drink

Dining on fruits garnished with a sweet little kitten
Taste no haste, love bug now, I've been bitten
Speaking the words I've never heard
Singing softly, the mockingbird

Peaches delight and O' so eatable
Quite the storm for you are so incredible
I do like the taste of peanut butter
So the much for hearts do flutter

As I rub it on your smooth belly
Added now it too guava jelly
A sandwich made sounds fallacious
Elegant Debutante, our Lady gracious

O', I do love the peanut butter banquet
Feasting causes wires to short-circuit
Clear wrapping covers beautiful flowers
Mine to embrace and massage for hours

Nestled peanut butter between airspace
Extricated by tongue from a secret place
Removed I did from her sweet shop
Finished now, I shed a teardrop

Lapped every morsel up like an animal
Feeding time for this fine young cannibal
Concluded clambake of visitation conjugal transience
Feasted on a bounty of such magnificence

How I love to ingest peanut butter
A thought shakes me and makes me shutter
Listen up for concisely I speak, and never I stutter
Zesty, tasty, smooth, and creamy peanut butter