There's No Fuel Like Gruel
Ate peas porridge hot,
Ate peas porridge cold.
It tasted like snot,
It tasted real old.
On Mom's second shot,
It tasted like coal.
"I made a new pot,"
"So, have a hot bowl."
But, fresh gruel or not,
It smelled worse than skunks.
Put head over pot,
Blew peas porridge chunks.
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