
I've grappled with peas, nuts, cookies and others.
I've even managed to hide wedges of cheese
beneath my Jurassic Park pillow covers.
I've danced with bacon, and slept with gushers,
I've even stolen precious Italian chocolate toffee
from the armored vault of my mother.
I've had relations with pizza -
good, bad, ugly and lover -
and there are things I cannot mention
which have been done with warm butter.
Yet, there is only one childhood snack
which continues to make my heart
sputter - dipping those delicious, juicy apples
into creamy peanut butter.
About the Creator
Kale Sinclair
Author | Poet | Husband | Dog Dad | Nerd | Zen Practitioner
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