How you doing?

Good, thank you.

Um, this poem is, um, set in the 1950s.

Um, well, it's modern day, but looking back to the 1950s.

Peter Pan crows from a peanut butter jar[laughs] You slathered me on Wonder Bread back when you believed in fairies.

I never complained when you licked the knife, double-dipped me.

Now you're all grown up, frown at my 17 grams of fat, three grams of sugar.

[laughs]