Men with spiky beards,
Maybe one day I shall join their ranks,
For now I laugh with mountain goats,
My spiky hair an island not a sea.

Promptly plating packed peanuts,
For pill-and-drill-proof protection,
So that the peanut payload can be perused by the proper person,
Pulled out and perceived in all its popping pazaz.

Powerful procedures pre-empt such perilous pulling,
For proud peanuts pluck and possess the pitiable person with unparalleled palatable pleasantries,
Maybe ever more pleasurable than patisseries,
How peculiar.