Fresh Roasted

I can't get enough of fresh roasted stuff. The presentation of it seems customized. As if my preference had been known to recognize. And I don't often show that I can be surprised, But I have jumped on tables... When I did not expect to date, Someone to get right to the point... With the asking of what it is I most appreciate. And the heat I thought I would await for and beg, Is quickly delivered. 'Oh my. Oh dear.' Trust me. Not only are you the first I knew, Who enjoyed raw peanuts. But to boil them before roasting them too? Without me hinting or giving a clue? You have no idea just how rare you are. Why are you looking around? As if you expect a mouse. I know it's silly... But I'm not into mice. 'Well... Don't get off the table too soon.' Stop joking.