I look inside my lunch box,and, oh, what do I see?A peanut butter sandwichstaring glumly back at me.I know I had one yesterday,and, yes, the day before.In fact, that's all I've eatenfor at least a month or more.I'm sure tomorrow afternoonthe outlook's just as bleak.I'll bet I'm having peanut butterevery day this week.I'm getting sick of peanut buttersandwiches for lunch.Why can't I have baloneyor potato chips to munch?I wish I had lasagnaor a piece of pumpkin pie.Another day of peanut buttermight just make me cry.But still this awful sandwichis in every lunch I take.You see, it is the only thingthat I know how to make.