Belching Beaver Peanut Butter Milk Stout

I like beer and peanut butter
Both, but each without the other.
Chocolate’s jealousy’s misplaced:
She needn’t fear this beaver’s taste
Will steal her paramour away.
Grape jelly, though? I couldn’t say.

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