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A Jar Of Peanut Butter
WM (March 5,1962 / Kinston, Jamaica, West Indies)

A Jar Of Peanut Butter

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

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 sweet little kitten
Taste no haste love bug now I've been bitten
Speaking words I've never heard
Singing softly the mockingbird

Peaches delight and O' so eatable
Quite the storm you are so incredible
I so 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
Sandwich made sounding fallacious
Elegant Debutante our lady gracious

O' I love it the peanut butter banquet
Feasting cause 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 ever morsel up like an animal
Feeding time for this fine young cannibal
Concluded clambake of visitation conjugal transience
Feasted on bounty of such magnificence

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

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