Peanut Butter

Posted on August 4, 2019 by | 4 Comments

Peanut Butter

I saw the peanut butter

I saw it on a shelf

I took the peanut butter

and I ate it all myself;

I loved that peanut butter

I finished it all right up;

now I look for peanut butter

in a peanut butter cup.

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4 responses to “Peanut Butter”

  1. InfiniteZip | August 4, 2019 at 4:37 pm | Reply

    Mmm…peanut butter cups rock!

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