Split Pea Soup
I love my homemade split pea soup
With tiny bits of ham
A bit is like a bite of it
To bring an extra wham
I never knew the peas I grew
Were fit to taste so good
Until I ate them in a pod
Or split them when I could
The salty peas are buttery
To satisfy my taste
I love to eat them in a bowl
Without unduly haste
If anyone should call on me
To satisfy the group
The subject is my garden pea
Or ham and split pea soup
But that is just a ploy, it seems
For what they crave the most
Is what my stove is cooking now
When I return as host
My split pea pot is portly plus
For groups and friends who call
The conversation always turns
To how I please them all
If you are not familiar
With a split pea luxury
Then you should deviate your day
To share some soup with me.
Copyright © Bryan Norton | Year Posted 2023
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