Packing Peanut by Elizabeth Rector
One lone packing peanut I see you in the hall Oh lone packing peanut From a box did you fall? You are white And the carpet is green. I’m sure you do not like being tossed on the floor Because it is unclean. Oh packing peanut! Where have you traveled Where will you go? Your expression is baffled You must not even know! I wonder why they call you a peanut? You look nothing of the sort The people who named you must be nuts It had to be their last resort. You look more like a Styrofoam S You kind of look like a marshmallow hook But I’m sure you’d taste worse than you look Why must you sit out here in the open? Don’t just lie out here mopin’! Go ahead and run along, Go out into the world and sing your Styrofoam song! *photograph courtesy of Elizabeth Rector, in association with Packing Peanut's permission* *this goes out to anyone who has ever been in contact with a packing peanut*