Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“A Squirrely Peanut Butter Delima“

“Mr. Walnut, what’s with that jar of brown goo?”

“What did you do? Jar your poo?”

No silly, that is what is called peanut butter.

“That’s called peanut, what-ter?”

I purchased it from the grocery store last night.

I wanted to see if it tastes creamy and light.

The jar says, it’s creamy – one-third fewer calories “light.”

So, I bought a jar and brought it home with one heck of a fight.

One-third calories-light, it sure was heavy for me, that’s for sure.

How does this stuff work? Do I have to drink it, mix it or stir?

Where are the directions? Oh, way over there.

Get me a ladder I need to climb, its stairs.

Read, open jar, remove safety seal;

Spread it on bread, crackers, or waffles, what a meal!

Mr. Walnut will get fat, after one meal.

This sure sounds like a great deal!

Now where can I get some crackers?

Maybe the cupboard, next to Mr. Cracker Jackers.

Hey, Mr. Cracker Jackers!

Are you hiding the plain crackers?

I need them to try my Peanut Butter, I just bought.

Are you hiding them, that was my first thought.

“Well, you are in luck my pea-nutty friend —

Crackers, coming, how many should I send?”

(Crackers are flying like frisbees all over the place,

Peanut is, like a crazy mouse running a race.

Trying to catch crackers before they hit the floor.

His little feet are now getting sore!)

Thanks, Mr. Cracker Jackers, I got enough.

Now to spread this brown gooey stuff.

Where’s my little knife,

Sometimes, I wish I had a wife.

She could spread this for me.

Yet that would spoil my fun, see.

Umf, this peanut butter is creamy alright,

Got to hang on very tight.

Now to spread this goopy, goo.

Then to taste it, when I’m through.

Now that it’s open — smells good, time to try.

It and sure looks pleasing to my eye.

It looks tasty too.

Lick, lick, gooey is goo.

My mouuuuth is stuuuck!

Oh, myyy what yukkk!

I neeed a drrrriinnk…

Quickkk, frooommm the sinkkkk!

(Gulp, swish), AHHH! Thank you.

That stuff is like glue!

You humans can keep your brown peanut, goo!

To us, it’s like we’re eating glue!

Anyone of you humans want this jar?

Be my guest — you can be the goo – eating star! star!!

Author’s Note: Inspired by our backyard squirrel crew and a jar of peanut butter too heavy to lift… this story is a tribute to curiosity, chaos, and crunchy crackers.