Jan Terry Poet Rhyme

Hold the Peas

Baby doesn't like the 'peases'.
She spits them out, as she pleases.
I still have that childish vice
But spitting peas isn't nice.

Avoiding them is hard to do.
They're in the pot pie and the stew.
So, I pick them out one by one
But pea-picking is not fun.

Give me a break. I cannot take
To even smell them on the make.
Cold in salad or piping hot,
Hold the peas. Peas porridge, not!


January 11, 2018

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Line Gauthier January 29, 2018 at 2:03 PM Congrats on you win, Janese. You make quite a convincing case.

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 29, 2018 at 11:26 AM Delightful pen! Congratulations on your win :) xomo!

Francis J Grasso January 29, 2018 at 10:13 AM Great read, Janece! Congratulations on the win! ...Fran

Jan Allison January 29, 2018 at 5:23 AM Made me smile Janece congrats on your win:-) hugs jan xx

Eve Roper January 28, 2018 at 6:30 PM Congratulations on your win, Janece. Hugs Eve ~`*

Roy Pett January 28, 2018 at 5:19 PM Congratulations on your well deserved win Janece, I like peas and I really like your well written poem. :))

Gary Smith January 28, 2018 at 4:05 PM Congrats Janice :)

Silent One January 12, 2018 at 9:16 AM hahaha.. this is great Janece...