Ode To Peanut Butter, and How I Love Thee

Dear Invisible Friends,

I am a bit tired, and very very silly. I just wrote two articles and edited three, so my brain is a big pile of mush. Therefore, you get a completely nonsensical tribute to peanut butter. I hope you enjoy it.

The Blonde Duck

Ode to Peanut Butter

Oh Peanut Butter,

How I love thee.

Your creamy texture,

your salty taste.

I crave you all day,

I can taste you in my dreams.

Each bite is a sweet torture,

one flavorful burst after another.

As the toast dwindles away,

I bite it slowly, to savor.

Rather than inhale,

I treat it as an art.

It appears on crackers, toast,

and half sandwiches for the road.

Whether treated with a drop of honey,

or simply swiped from the jar.

My devotion to this creamy creation

has undoubtedly gone too far.

As I hoard jars in closets and cabinets,

I fear the day when I run out of places to put them.

Every morning I long for it's rich texture,

and I satisfy cravings with a bold daytime dip.

I believe I shall never tire of peanut butter,

no matter how many mornings I eat it.

It will always tempt my appetite

and quench my palette.

So until I become large and round,

this treat I will continue to suck down.

Until then, my delectable treat,

My peanut butter I shall always eat.

Oh, peanut butter how I love thee.

You will certainly be the death of me.