In honor of the approaching holiday, I wrote a poem about one of my forbidden loves--it was a young love of which my parents never seemed to respect or understand.

To My Beloved Goob

Goober Grape, Goober Grape.
You are my sweet escape.

Are you peanut butter? Are you jelly?
I don't care. Just get in my belly!

Goober Grape, Goober Grape.
It's too much sweetness to take!

When we're together, I'm not alone.
Uh-oh, I think I got you on my phone.

Goober Grape, Goober Grape.
I've loved you since I was eight.

My momma said no at the grocery store.
But now, it's you and me. Forevermore.