THAT PEANUT BUTTER PLOP
Two balls of peanut butter went plop
(Coordination must be in the shop)…
They fell off the bread
To the desk instead,
Was fearful that they wouldn’t stop.
One nicked the computer keyboard,
The other merely on the bag scored…
With peanutty smear
I’ve got a mess here,
My relief…at messes…has roared.
I’ve eaten the sandwich–nearly all–
Sticking back on the bread an errant ball…
Bread crumbs I can sweep
As neatness I’ll keep,
Sure glad on the floor it didn’t fall!