Oh PB&J, there is no finer food
You are the sweet nectar of life stuffed in between two slices of wonderbread.
Oh PB&J, I'll not forsake you for another
As I browse through all the mysterious leftovers in the fridge, deep down I know that I'm really just looking for the jelly.
Oh PB&J, women will never understand
Not even after explaining for the 100th time to the wife that PB&J will be just fine in the lunch... no need for deli sandwiches.
Oh PB&J, I know you like no other food
I fondly reminisce every time I look at a jelly stain on a shirt. I remember when it happened and more importantly I remember what the PB&J sandwich I was eating at the time tasted like.
Oh PB&J, there is no finer food.
MiniD