Topic: Spreading Too Far by S.J. Tyler spreading too far over the edge of the bread my peanut butter stains the paper plate i don't notice it until i've eaten the sandwich and by then the oil has spread too far creating an ocean around the large blob of peanut-butter-island the inhabitants, the tiny Peabu people start to build up a civilization carving small adobe-like huts and adorning them with bread crumbs for roofs i have fortunately left behind but now the oil has spread so far they can't get to the quarry so they've run out of material for roofing and some huddle inside their topless huts afraid of some downpour that i doubt will fall from my kitchen ceiling others are more venturesome and take off their own roofs to make mini canoes and rafts and float to the quarry on the other side of the ocean and harvest all they can to take back to their comrades back home I'm still hungry so seeing the blob i scoop it up with my index finger and enjoy one last mouthful of peanut buttery goodness 10/04/2004 Posted on 10/04/2004 Copyright © 2026 S.J. Tyler Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/13/04 at 03:18 AM Yeah! Nothing tastes as good as that last blob of peanut butter on your finger! I enjoyed reading this - a good job on the topic. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)