Laura Jayne at Pictures, Poetry & Prose poses a daily writing challenge.
The prompt for this poem was “Peas”. I should point out that I do like peas.
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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© J Cosmo Newbery
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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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© J Cosmo Newbery
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What a fun poem...makes me want to play with my food. :)
ReplyDeleteMind your peas and accuse.
ReplyDeleteLove this! Write more, peas.
ReplyDeleteYeah, I know, I'm going now.
Hehe ... very interesting a poem, more fun.
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Now that poem appeased my need for peas. Well done.
ReplyDeleteone of the best vegetables known to mankind! and full of mirth!
ReplyDeleteA more honorable vegetable one cannot find on Earth.
At Christmas uncle often took a can,
placed it on the fireplace mantle and,
Declared it to be, (o lord forgive me) Peas on Hearth.
Oh Boneman!
ReplyDeleteWhat is it about peas that brings out all the puns?
One thing peas don't do (on the train) is wield a mahoosive "laptop" which takes over the whole table, and tap away at it furiously to the intense irritation of the other peas.
ReplyDeleteAt least no pea I've met has done this.
Yes peas! This was delightful!
ReplyDeleteI like peas too, they don't go through me like sweetcorn does, so mum doesn't know when I've been eating them. Mum knows a pea poem
ReplyDelete"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"
Where does that come from? She has no idea but it's stuck in her brain.
Honey will do that.
ReplyDeleteLove your fun pea-green poem and yes I do eat them. ♡
ReplyDeleteI second Blognut's comment. :)
ReplyDelete:o) I LOVE this, J Cosmo. You are adorably witty!!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant!
ReplyDeleteI would love to use this during my "ALL THINGS GREEN" series. With your permission and credits of course. I just wanna' link over in my post,PLEASE?
First time in my life I will ever remember a poem about something as benign as peas...J, you did it again!
ReplyDeleteDan
....puns? But it's true! because uncle Fred told me so!
ReplyDeleteHe used to take peas with him when he'd fish.
Pour the peas on the water where they would float there....when the fish came up to take a pea he would snatch them up with his net!
After that poem how can you say you don't like peas?? :)
ReplyDeleteIt is difficult to ascertain the attraction of peas. I believe they must be an acquired taste, Cosmo.
ReplyDeleteYou can feed my serving to the dog ...
;)
lola
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My kids are going to love that poem!
ReplyDeleteSherri: Of course!
ReplyDeleteLola: You and Henry should get together and organise something.
Boneman: I believe you, really I do.
ReplyDeletesilly peas!
ReplyDeleteThis was such a fun little poem! I can see it in a collection of poetry for kids! My son will love it!
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