I knew it was down there, stuck in the ravine
I felt it hot and salty, wedged in between
I hitched up my shirt, started shaking and dancing,
I put fingers under my cups and tried exaggerated prancing.
I wiggled and waggled and jerked and jiggled,
I was being demeaned by something I’d nibbled,
I could not believe this nut was causing such strife
I endured not to carry it with me throughout my life.
I understood I must let go, save my day from being botched
I sensed that I was losing time, just like a kettle watched
I recognised to ignore it would be a new kind of low
I determined to give it another good go.
I wiggled and waggled once more and what do you think?
I saw that peanut fly out and bounce off the damn sink
I need to assure you I am not a snob, but
I am still unsure why I took it off the floor and into my gob.
I acknowledge this was not the best thing to do,
I swallowed sweat, urine and dust like I’d just licked the loo,
I have to be grateful for mercies and the blessing
I no longer have a peanut that is bloody perplexing.
March 30th 2020