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 © | Year Posted 2023

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July 30, 2024 at 5:18 AM
Your soup sounds delicious Bryan. One of my favourite veg is peas. Growing them has never been much of a success though. Emilia : )
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July 30, 2024 at 11:49 AM
Thanks, friend. To tell you the truth, I have no recollection writing this. It's a good thing that I still love split pea soup. My series of Emilia J. poems was a success. Think I'll write another. Luv, Bryan
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