The PB & J Man
(Peanut Butter and Jelly)
Susan Rochat, August 2007
I know a man who on any day
Would never turn down a PB & J
Of whom I speak is my dear spouse
We’ve lived together in this very same house
Four decades now, and I’m still not clear
Why a PB & J to him is so dear.
A few years ago my ankle I broke
While mowing the lawn, and this is no joke
Calling right quick on the telephone
I said “My dear, you’d better get home
My left ankle is broken, ‘tis plain to see
Please take me to the ER A.S.A.P.!”
In record time my spouse drove home
Packed with ice my fractured ankle bone
Was I wrong to think, was I wrong to surmise
We would get in the car and to the ER drive?
I should have known, it was time for lunch
He looked at me, said he had a hunch
We would have to wait an hour or two
For those docs in the ER all dressed in blue
…Amazed, irritated and without a clue
As to what he had next in his mind to do
I should not have been a bit surprised
When he opened the cupboard and pulled out his prize
Aha! Crunchy peanut butter right from the store
With a dollop of jelly, who could ask for more?
My ankle by now was a bright purplish hue
Swollen and painful, and I’m in a stew
So shortly thereafter to the ER we flew.
Now able to deal with the chaos in store
Leg propped up in wheelchair, we went through the door
The moral of this story ought to be very clear
Feed hubby his lunch and there’s nothing to fear
At least two jars of PB & J
Kept in the pantry will brighten his day!