Mr Pea Whisker Son
His name is Pea Whisker Son, and he is my best friend.
He is a deal breaker if you want to keep me ‘til the end.
But he has that weird habit of popping out of the hat.
He surprises me with that time piece, and he likes to chat.
I never get a moment in the kitchen to call my own.
And his ears are getting longer, they are truly overgrown.
Pea Whisker Son said nothing, but his feelings were hurt.
He decided to slip out that night but he would take his friend Mr. Kurt.
Mr. Kurt was an alarm clock, and they would take the playing cards too.
He knew the couple would be sad the next morning, unhappily blue.
But weirdly enough, he could not leave the hat at all.
He tried several times, and the hat rolled down the hall.
He ended up in a closet upside down on his head.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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