Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra Winter (Debbie)

“Peanut Butter Surprise Fun: A Wedding?”

Have you ever soared in a peanut butter balloon?

You will, very, very soon.

My name is Jelly; I am so sweet,

I need peanut butter shoes, for my feet!

I love riding in the air, or sailing in a boat;

Just keep me away from a hungry farm goat!

Today, I’m looking for something strangely unique;

Something gooey, pea-nutty, smooth and chic.

A soft place I can sink, and melt,

Where the sunshine warms me like I’ve never felt.

A while ago I found Peanut Butter’s Balloon;

Made an appointment to ride with him soon.

With me, Jelly, in control, Bread stands no chance,

To spread me all over his cotton-picking pants.

I’ll hop aboard the Peanut Butter Balloon,

Then yell down at Bread, from the moon.

“Ha, ha, Bread, I’m leaving you high and dry!”

“For a party, I’ll love it, in the sky.”

“Peanut Butter are you there?” calls Jelly.

“Jelly, I’m here, hop in my balloon’s belly!

We’ll soar through the clouds to the nice cool air;

I hope you’re wearing your strawberry hair!”

“Would Jelly ride her favorite PB Balloon without it?”

“I guess not; if you’re ready, I’ll take off; you just sit.”

“Oh, Peanut Butter, my belly jelly is starting to run!”

“Hold on, Jelly, soon we can have some fun.”

Up, up and away we go;

Peanut Butter Balloon needs no tow!

Drifting higher, we will travel,

Peanut Butter Balloon, please don’t unravel.

I got my Jelly, and Bread, is gone;

Now, Jelly is where she belongs.

Stuck to me with my Peanut Butter Balloon

We will be married tomorrow, a minute before noon.

Bread lost his chance, with Jelly to score;

Once we’re married, his heart can’t soar.

Wedding bells are ringing, can’t you hear

Noontime is coming very near.

Vows are taken with many smiles;

Guests are standing in every aisle.

Wishing us well as Mr. & Mrs. Peanut Butter and Jelly;

It is such a beautiful day.

My bride and I spot Bread at the door;

I’ll call Pretzel to shove Bread out and off the floor.

That should do it now; we can dance some more.

Until later we get smashed together, for a score!  

Honeymoon time!