I don't like peanuts.
I have never liked peanuts.
I never will like peanuts.
I don't like peanut butter ...
Except when mixed with honey.
Around here peanuts get stale.
Then I don't feel so bad ...
When I feed them to the critters
First, though, I crush them.
And sometimes ... a heart happens.
I like hearts.
I have always liked hearts.
I still don't like peanuts.
3 comments:
Oh, hahahahaaa...so it's GENETIC?! Wonderful, delightful poem, Sissy--and the picture is just darling.
Not only fills my eyes, but made me laugh this morning!
Ooops that's where the genetic link ends...
I love peanuts
I have always loved peanuts
I will always love peanuts
I love peanut butter..
Especially mixed with honey.
I like hearts
I have always liked hearts
But peanuts need love too...
see that one gave it's heart to you.
How that for a guilt trip LOL!!!
I would never have guessed that's a peanut. I love peanuts but would never have thought one could give a heart such as you've captured here. It kind of sticks to the roof of your heart. Keep the hearts and words coming. I love them!! :-) Grins and Giggles.Love and Light, Nina P.
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