The lonely peanut, a poem by Ruth Holroyd

The lonely peanut

A poem 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