Innarenko

These words I say without a stutter:
I hate the taste of peanut butter!
In Reese's chocolate it may stay
But keep the butter far away.
It leaves a lump inside my belly,
It's even worse when paired with jelly!
I hate its texture, hate its smell;
If I go near it, I'm unwell.
My family tells me I'm dramatic
But against PB I stay emphatic.
If you're craving butter thick,
You might as well just eat the stick,
Or wear it as a winter coat
But keep it furthest from your throat!
Last time I ate it, things went south;
My tongue got glued inside my mouth!
If you include it in my lunch,
I'll very likely throw a punch.
I'd gladly eat a Brussels sprout
But keep the peanut butter out!

As I'm sitting, quite peaceful, alone in my room
Attending a virtual meeting on zoom
A cool, gentle breeze reaches my chair
Through the window that I had thrown open for air

Everything's still, I'm absorbed in my screen
As my teacher drones on about the first English Queen
When all of a sudden, to my utmost surprise
a movement, a fluttering, catches my eyes

It comes from the window that I'd left ajar
Creating a scene that is oh so bizarre
Right there, on my sill, looking panicked and stricken,
Perches a white-feathered, beady-eyed chicken

It lets out a rather unsure kind of cluck
Then flies straight in my room, before I could duck

As you may imagine, the peace was then broken
Even though not a word had yet to've been spoken
The next few minutes held months of regret
Involving a chase that I'd love to forget

When it was all over, I quitted the scene
Afraid to discover what my class had seen
They were left with a view of my now empty chair
And a few loose feathers suspended mid-air

I woke atop a bed of green,
Enveloped in endless blue
Honey rays danced over me,
Melting the morning dew.

Poppies all around me blushed
In scarlet and merlot,
Daffodils and daisies peeked
Beneath the thawing snow.

I danced among the emerald hills,
Tasting the wind's sweet sighs
The rhythm pulsing in my chest
With nature - harmonized.

I feared that I was still asleep
And all this, but a dream
And if it was, I prayed I'd wake
Atop a bed of green.