STONE COLD PEAS
Oh, Mama Please!
Don’t make me eat these
Stone cold peas!
They’ve grown eyes
And they’re lookin’ at me!
I love to eat
Strawberries, oranges,
Broccoli with cheese,
Apples, pears that hang on trees
Corn on the cob is really a treat;
But peas on a plate
are not fun
to eat!
I’ve grown attached to these peas,
We’ve both been here so long.
Would setting them free
Be so terribly
wrong?
Just look at them now
So green
And so lowly,
They will just sit here
And wrinkle up slowly.
If you listen carefully
You hear their pleas,
“Peas, oh peas, let us be frees!”
So Mama,
Things will be just fine
If you don’t
make me eat
these friends
of mine! By Laurie Patton
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