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Life of Peanut Butter


Island, Island, Island!!!

I am "trapped" on an island.

 

The seas swirl around me,

Lapping the shore.

The sun kisses my hair.

Tropical paradise to some,

Prison to others.

 

Woe is me?

Nope for I have peanut butter.

My salvation.

 

Peanut butter, peanut butter.

When I eat peanut butter my soul goes aflutter.

Without peanut butter I am destitute,

My life becomes moot.

 

It fills me with vigor,

making me bigger.

I am content,

Needing nothing more to augment

When I have peanut butter.

 

An island, me, and peanut butter,

Is no prison, it is 

PARADISE!

 

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