It really matters how you slather
Jelly on the bread
As it must be globed enough
To cover every inch
Of course grapes the jelly go to
No need to question why
Still for me the strawberry
Is always on stand by
And when it comes to peanut butter
The crunchy is a given
If you're in the mood to spread the smooth
I say to you, don't even
The bread I'm not concerned with
It's just there for name sake and handles
Because without bread the above said
Would be a mess and not a sandwich
One thing that almost slipped past me
Can't believe I had forgotten
The jelly always goes on top
And peanut butter on the bottom
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
It really matters how you slather
Jelly on the bread
As it must be globed enough
To cover every inch
Of course grapes the jelly go to
No need to question why
Still for me the strawberry
Is always on stand by
And when it comes to peanut butter
The crunchy is a given
If you're in the mood to spread the smooth
I say to you, don't even
The bread I'm not concerned with
It's just there for name sake and handles
Because without bread the above said
Would be a mess and not a sandwich
One thing that almost slipped past me
Can't believe I had forgotten
The jelly always goes on top
And peanut butter on the bottom
One guess as to what I had for lunch...
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