In an attempt to govern my appetite,
trying to make better choices before I take a bite.
The winter solstice had me craving things.
My stomach, loud and proud did sing.
More than half of the peanut butter jar was a dark void.
Could I be any more annoyed?
Holding my breath, I unscrewed the lid.
A black bird leapt out of the jar. He bowed to me, farewell he did bid.
No words could I speak.
Not a sound did creak.
My mind was in shock.
How does one take stock?
There was a bird in the peanut butter.
This concept, I couldn’t mutter.
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What a delightfully surreal and clever poem! You masterfully take us from a mundane, relatable struggle (portion control and winter cravings) straight into absolute absurdist mayhem with that black bird. The contrast between the “loud and proud” stomach and your speechless shock is hilarious, and the line “How does one take stock?” is the perfect punchline—it captures that bewildered, philosophical spiral we’d all feel in that moment. Your rhyme scheme is tight and playful, making the ridiculous premise feel strangely elegant. Honestly, this is the most creative take on peanut butter I’ve ever read—bravo!
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Thank you 💕🤗
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