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Mom made some candied black-eyed peas.
She said she'd whipped it up with ease,
From one of Grandma's recipes,
Then drowned 'em in Limburger cheese.
She promised it would taste divine,
Twas Grandma's very own design.
Ambrosia from the finest vine,
As sweet as any Christmas wine.
But when I spied the vile brew,
Fermenting in its vile stew,
And smelling something foul and gray,
I held my breath and moved away,
I watched it bubble, belch and fume.
It's cankered stench filled up the room.
It oozed like sludgy, slimy snot
Escaping from the cabbage pot.
Dad smiled wide, and Mom did too,
Proud of their black~eyed peas and goo.
So I shook my head from where I sat,
And said,"You do know I ain't touching that."
Copyright © MMXV Richard D. Remler
**A Children's Tale**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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