Peas for P
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Suggested prompt...
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There is a silly little poem I always remember from my childhood...
I eat my peas with honey
I've done it all my life
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on the knife
Write your own pea poem...
maybe it will become a favorite for a child.
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Peas
Peas sit in their pods
Like commuters on a train.
They rattle round the sink
Before rolling down the drain.
Peas are very pretty,
They are, well, pea-green little balls;
Flick them out the window,
Or bounce them off the walls.
Peas are little bullets,
A veggie like no other;
You can drop them on the cat
Or shoot them at your brother.
Peas are most forgiving
No matter how you treat them;
Some folk love to mash them,
Some will even eat them.
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8 comments:
my friends and I used to sing this song as obnoxiously as we could...
Peas and rice!
Peas and rice!
There's a mountain full of peas and rice!
PEAS AND RICE!!
Trains of peas circling my plate.
Mounds of potatoes waiting for them.
My little fingers pick a lucky one.
Happy to show Mom as I plop one in!
@LJ: my mom has recited this to me all my life! Love it!
Picture a Plate of Peas
Pensively, if you Please
A Penny a Pop, a Plea and a Plop
Plus more, Please mom, now aPease.
Paint a Peck of Peas
Peacefully, then full of Pleas
Pulling Pea-thoughts, now stop,
Picture, Poetrize, and Please!
Peas and bees' knees,
& pomegranates, please:
and maybe two or three fleas.
You'd think I was
asking for the world--geez!
Peas
Peas sit in their pods
Like commuters on a train.
They rattle round the sink
Before rolling down the drain.
Peas are very pretty,
They are, well, pea-green little balls;
Flick them out the window,
Or bounce them off the walls.
Peas are little bullets,
A veggie like no other;
You can drop them on the cat
Or shoot them at your brother.
Peas are most forgiving
No matter how you treat them;
Some folk love to mash them,
Some will even eat them.
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Notes on a Serviette
They used to say we
Stuck together
Like two peas in a pod
I liked that
Always together
It seemed even this way
In our brief separations
But then the time came
We each left the pod
Rolling away to our own
We would look back to each other now and then
Less and less often
Then I met my carrot
You came to bid me a farewell
Farewell to those lovely days
When we were two peas in a pod
I hope you find your carrot soon
It really makes lovely contrast
We roll along separately now
Missing those lovely days
But making time
To be two peas in a pod again
Just for the day
Yay for J Cosmo - I really liked what he wrote :o)
I love this, and thanks for coming over to my site...
I will come over and use your photos to inspire my writing and poetry...Thanks!
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