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*
I cannot describe how much I love this
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