Pb And J

Never tired of PB and J
With a nice glass of milk
Every day of the week
Just me and grandpa
Sittin' at the kitchen table
Talkin' about life
And the amazingness of our snack.

My parents know
What I've been up to
When I come home
With a white mustache
And peanut butter breath
They don't even have to guess.

Grandpa and I,
We are like PB and J.
Nothing goes unsaid,
And we are always together
Hanging out like best friends,
Like PB and J.

by Kayla Richardson

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