If I were peanut butter

If I were peanut butter

I would sit in my jar alone,

waiting for you to have your after school snack

the minute that you got home.

If I were peanut butter

I'd be sticky on your tongue,

causing you to smack your teeth,

I'm glad dentures aren't worn by the young.

If I were peanut butter

I'd mix well with jam,

but please don't tell my honey

who I'm with and where I am.

The End

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