Ode to a Peanut
Speak, peanut, speak!
Howl well-deserved outrage
over being squashed,
oiled,
crammed into a jar, then
smeared over foolish pieces of Wonder Bread--
contaminated with cheap jam, no less!
Sputter words of terror
over being sold generic,
not Jiffy.
The nerve!
Pry open hardened lips.
Your speech is.........timely
and I am giddily fascinated
by your seductive peanut
butter
charm.
They may boil you, bake you,
roast you, crush you,
but they will NEVER break you.
After all, Carter's your savior
You, his peanut farmer legacy
A star, in Plains, Georgia,
forever.
Pris Campbell
©2003
