Found a peanut

I walk most mornings, usually I put in a brisk 25 to 40 minutes around the neighborhood.  I see more people out in the mornings in May than in February.  They are either by themselves or with their dogs, and I give them a friendly wave and a "good morning" salutation, but usually it is a routine devoid of anything of great interest while I am out, about and back.

But when I was out walking the other morning I found a peanut.
Found a peanut.
Cracked it open.
It was rotten.
I ate it anyway.
Got a bellyache...

Do I really nee to continue this lyrical tale?

This episode might make a good song though