Green Peas Poem by Della Perry

Green Peas



Guess what I've got for my tea,
I tell you I'm not best pleased, yes,
You've guessed it, nasty, small, green peas!
I hate them with a vengeance, they really are quite nasty,
Mom, Mom, please no more,
I'd rather eat a pasty!

When you are not looking, as soon as I am able
I'll flick those green things underneath the table,
When I leave school I make sure I am late
Cause I can't stand the moment I'm faced with my round plate!

I like to see my Mom with a friendly smile
But then I spy my dinner, I want to run a mile!
Fish and chips WITH peas, chicken and potatoes AND peas, liver and onion, and yes, you've guessed it PEAS!
I feel like dropping to my knees
And screaming out 'Oh, please! '

You know what you need, Mom, a Delia cookbook!
When I visit the library I'll be sure to have a look,
It's not really funny, it isn't a joke
How about an egg for tea?
I'll even eat the yolk!

I think Dad feels the same, 'I like corn on the cob! '
But you just answered smugly, 'You are just a snob! '
We came home one day you'd cooked something new!
We looked at each other and inside shouted 'Yahoo! '

'I've made you both a very tasty pie! '
I got so excited I jumped up high
On my plate no green things to be seen
This really must be a dream.

As I cut what do you think fell out of my pie?
I am not joking, I do not lie!
There it was, a horrid green pea
Sitting there, shiny, grinning at me!

I looked at my Dad, he looked at his plate,
On our faces were expressions of hate
Dad asked politely, 'What sort of pie did you make me? '
'I found it in Delia's cookbook,
It's made out of pea! '

Dad's face turned to pea green
'Haven't you heard of cabbage, carrots or beans! '
Mom got sad and started to cry
'Why are you so horrid, why oh why? '

'We really are sorry, we do like your pie.'
Dad and I had no choice but to lie.
Mom ceased crying and began to smile
Then lots more peas on our plates did she pile!

So you see, we still eat peas at nearly every lunch,
But Dad and I keep quiet because
We both love Mom a whole bunch!

Sunday, September 20, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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I hate peas!
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