"POEM: Peanut Butter."

Peanut butter I do seek
For the strong and the meek
So they may love with all their hearts
The delicious nectar that summons farts
Though by society it is shunned
It's fragrant nature soon shall stun
The masses from whence it came
And then they may only blame
Themselves for the pungent stench
Brought by the unwashed spectral wench
Of their own darkest, deepest evil
From the depths of dark upheaval
Within their colons of shining gold
Singing songs from days of old
And dancing to the merry tune
Of the happy gas that comes too soon
Or too late, to the weak of mind
Who cannot appreciate the behind
In the way that it was meant to be
As a musical, whimsical, happiness tree
That sprouts, each day, the golden fruits
Who bring about the most divine toots
In conclusion, I dare say
I eat a barrel everyday
For to not, would be so sad
Not to give thanks to the little lad
That we hath brought onto the Earth
Full of happy pooping mirth
Only to turn our hairy backs to him
Would be an act of mortal sin
Lastly, we must thank the Lord
For the love of the pooping gourd
Amen.
This poem was made by anger.

Anger would like to thank the following for their contributions:
Zypher
Duke
Ritz Bits Sanwiches
Skippy
Jiff
Caffeine