I hate homemade peanut brittle!
With its peanuts and buttery crusty crunch!
My Mother in Law always makes it
And gives my husband and me a bunch!
She knows that I can't eat peanuts!
But she makes it anyway!
I think she gives it as gifts for Christmas
Or she'll have to throw it all away!
I guess I wouldn't mind the crunchy part
If that was all there was!
But those peanuts they taste really offal!
Why didn't she just leave them?
In their shells just where they was?
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