Here are two slices of bread-
One for me, and one for you, like I said.
My side is runny and speckled with seeds,
Your side is smooth, holding all my needs.
When we put it together, savour it;
Peanut butter and jelly, my favourite!
Don't pull the two slices apart-
For I will get lonely, like that one time at K-Mart,
When I lost hold of your hand,
I was alone, like drowning in quick sand.
That's all in the past, our bond is tight,
PB and J holds with all it's might.
Unfortunately, the child who's lunch we're in
Is making us into a quick brunch, which should be a sin.
No! He's pulling us apart,
I hold tight with all my heart.
Alas, this little man is stronger then
My love for smooth peanut butter, folder by ten.