The lonely peanut, a poem by Ruth Holroyd

The lonely peanut

A poem by Ruth Holroyd. The lonely peanut, By Ruth Holroyd

Nobody likes peanut
He sits all on his own
He can’t go on an aeroplane
So he has never flown

He was only a little peanut
Just a little peanut
An innocent little peanut
With a crisp, hard shell

Nobody trusts peanut
Since a little boy got ill
He has to stay home now
They say he could kill!

He was only a little peanut
Just a little peanut
An innocent little peanut
With a crisp, hard shell

Peanut had a girlfriend
But she started to get sick
(of him), It drove him round the bend
And got right on his wick

He was only a little peanut
Just a little peanut
An innocent little peanut
With a crisp, hard shell

But nobody wants peanut
At their party anymore
Peanut at the party
Could mean trouble in store

He was only a little peanut
Just a little peanut
An innocent little peanut
With a crisp, hard shell

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About Ruth

Ruth works freelance as a copywriter and writes the What Allergy blog to share information with people who have allergies, eczema, asthma and food intolerances. http://www.whatallergy.com was voted in the top 5 allergy blogs and Ruth also judges regularly for the FreeFrom Food Awards and FreeFrom Skincare Awards. She also won the Foods You Can People's choice Best FreeFrom blogger award 2014.

Comments

  1. Poor old peanuty. Lied it Ruth BOb H says:

    Got something Ruth. A bit Music Hall but a strong message underneath

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