I've rattled on enough the past few days. Here's something originally published by Jean Nov 9, 2011

His name was Peanut Butter Jones.
His parents were hippies.
His quest was to find the perfect Jelly.

He spread Orange Marmalade, licked
Peach Preserves and dipped a digit in his
cousin Apple Butter.
Plain Grape made him drip. Red Raspberry
stuck in his teeth. Elder Berry was too ripe
and Cherry was taken a long time ago.

Poor Peanut changed his name to Damn Skippy.

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