Peanut Butter Blues

by Shelby ©

Why do you hide the skippy,
When I come into the room.
You never think about me,
You only get one spoon.



I don’t think you love me,
Its say’s spread the fun.
You keep it all to yourself,
You never give me none.



First thing in the morning,
That is what you do.
You open up the jar,
You have the peanut butter blues.



When you put the lid back on,
Breakfast time has passed.
And I sit and wonder,
Just how long that jar will last.