Kitchen Most Foul...

Kitchen most Foul….

By: Roger Alderman

 

There has never been a tale more morose;

Than that of Peanut butter and his wife, the late, Mrs. Toast.

The Police had gathered, as the crime scene unfurled;

The neighbors were shocked by what had happened in their small world.

Mister Peanut-butter sobbed and cried about his loss;

The detective told him “I will get to the bottom. No matter the cost.”

It was in the Police Station the murders had been brought;

The public wanted justice and that’s what the police sought.

“Mrs. Toast was loved by almost everyone that much holds true”;

“By Mr. Jelly, Mr. Peanut Butter, and Mr. Butter we can’t forget you.”

Neighbors claimed the warmth of her love was a thing to behold;

By the time we found her, she was both lifeless and cold.

“Mr. Butter, the bully, you loved her in high school”;

But she could not stand you and wrote, “He’s a jerk and a tool.”

The police roared to his face;

“We have numerous people whom can link you to the place.”

“You’ve got me all wrong. I’m one hell of a guy.”

“When I heard what had happened all I could do was just cry.”

The police nodded and leaned in real close;

“The what about all those mean social media posts?”

Mr. Butter churned and messed with his hair;

The sweat from his bottom had spread to his chair.

“Charge me with something or let me go!”

“I’ve no time for this, that, or a show.”

“You may head home, but I wouldn’t go far.”

Two officers escorted home to his jar.

Jelly was next by the detective to be seen;

The detective had grown Angry, Grumpy, and Mean.

Mr. Jelly sat down and wiggled;

“Why am I here?” Jelly nervously giggled.

“Stop it right now. So, we can begin.”

Mr. Jelly recoiled to conceal his unintended grin.

“Mr. Jelly, tell us please;

To help put all our minds to ease.”

“I did not do it I tell you;

I was with another I was trying to woo.”

Jelly looked to Peanut Butter with love in his gaze;

As they were both very aware they had been meeting secretly for days.

“I can bare it no longer and choose to come clean;

Mrs. Toast was always so cruel and mean.”

“I couldn’t help myself I just loved him so;

But she told me to leave and let him go.”

Mister Peanut Butter began to weep;

The Detective seemed lost, as Jelly’s’ feelings clearly ran deep.

“Let me get this straight,” the Detective, replied;

“You looked me in the face and lied?”

“Yes sir, I did, that you can see;

The love in our heart had finally set us free.”

The detective shook his head and reach for Mr. Jelly’s arm;

Jelly lowered his head, “No need for that I’ll do no more harm.”

Peanut Butter cried out sobbing for Toast;

Jelly looked down realizing he had hurt Peanut Butter the most.

This tale does end here with what I love most;

Peanut Butter and Jelly, but now with Toast.