Papa and His Peanuts

Papa loved his peanuts
and always had a few
stashed in his pick-up truck
and in his pocket too. 

He always drove his truck
with windows half-way down,
so he could flick the shells out
upon the roadside ground. 

He’d shell those nuts with one hand
and skin them nice and slick;
then pop them in his mouth,
so fast it made me sick… 

Yes, papa loved his peanuts!
He ate them by the pound.
They made him sorta nutty,
but really he’s quite sound.

Now, I don’t care for peanuts,
but each time I see one;
I think about my dad
and his peanut-popping fun.