A Canticle to Peanut Butter

by L.D. Sledge

Yo! Thou creamy

Yo! Thou crunchy

Lord of snackies

Lion of lunchies

Steadfast friend

when fridge is bare

Ever ready

Ever there

Gob a glob on

sliced delicious

Nibble public

or surreptitious

Soar on wings

of jelly highs

amalgam pure

of honeyed sighs

Nanners, crackers

white or wheat

smear some of

this gummy treat

By star by sun

by hunters moon

Viands por dios

Lick the spoon

Before I die

I’ll say a prayer

that peanut butter

is Heavens fare