Boiled Peanuts, A Tribute

Boiled peanuts, my friends, you bring me such joy.
You sit in your bag so warm and so coy.
Tempting me now to take just the one,
Right here, in the car, before we get in the sun.
At last, I give in and I slurp off the juice.
I wedge your shell open by tongue and by tooth.
There you are little peanuts, in a neat little row,
Waiting for me to slurp you right up, nice and slow.
The salt-slimy goodness clings to your sides
And you mush in my mouth like little nut pies.
All I need now is a swig of Bud Light
The combination of you is a Southern delight.
Amen.