Peter
Peter
"Peter picked a peck of pickled peppers"
Peter popped a pepper on his tongue.
Peter found the answer to the seasons
And will never have to strive for warm.
Peter's teeth flew out to feed the fairy.
Peter's mouth drew in to stop the shout
Fiery havoc screeching down his larynx
Exhale blowing off his regal snout.
Peter's eyes grew big to show his horror
Fear of gastric groanings to ensue.
Pickled peppers begat horrid moanings,
Red face and those lovely cheeks of blue!
:-) by Mari Sloan
copyright September 2010
Copyright © Mari Sloan | Year Posted 2010
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