I like to write
My peanut butter sits in a jar
It sits in a jar too far
High up above in cabinetry
That is too tall for me to reach
I want to eat the peanut butter
Taste it atop my mouth’s hood
But I am miniature like a micron car
So it’s no good
Why’d you get shelved up so high?
If I don’t eat you, I’ll cry
(And I don’t want to cry because I am a thirty-three year old woman and that’s weird).