I'm gonna stick around
Pasting self to your roof
The color of turned ground
Scent makes canine woof
Cocoa bean makes me swoon
Honey, you're on my mind
Portioned out on a spoon
Slices and jam to bind
In or covering a scoop
Noodles to enhance
How about that fab soup
Taste creates flavor dance
Use me in humane traps
Catch hole digging nutter
Cage door will collapse
Eating peanut butter
This poem is dedicated to my husband on Father's Day. There are very few foods that stand alone and pair so well across sweet and savory dishes. It's an obsession in our house, with varying opinions on superior taste.
Minimalist me says less is best, meaning number of ingredients. Peanuts and a smidgen of salt are all I want in my peanut butter.
However there are evil forces at work in our home that say Skippy, Jif, and Peter Pan rock.
You decide...
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoetryI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
