The Last Of The Peanut Butter Poem by John Gabriel

Oh, peanut butter dear peanut butter, how I do dread
That I can't get you out of the jar and onto my bread

You seem to be so close to the top and not that far
hanging there to the sides of that near empty jar

I keep scraping with my knife hoping to get you out
ending up with only a sticky handle and my sinking doubt

Now many may say it's time to just throw you away
but till this jar is empty, here you will stay

So once again I'll be putting away the bread and jelly
and on the way to work, I'll stop at the deli