The Snack That Never Makes A Peep
What's Your Favorite Color?
Sugary mellows
Plump bunnies, chickens and ducks
The power of peeps
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (7)
Our son loved Peeps. Every Easter we get a bouquet of them to stick in the ground by his headstone.
Sadly, I've never tried a peep before. Loved your poem!
Peeps perfect & loved it!!!!❤️❤️💕
Great poem for this contest. Short and sweet, like a peep!
I really like those marshmallow treats of all kinds.
Agree with Shirley! I always admired mine until they were rocks Great snack poem!!
They are just too cute to eat, though! I love your poem.