No Peas, Please!

 

There they lay on my dinner plate

and my brain starts to “melt down”.

I know exactly what’s ahead.

My smile turns into a frown.

 

Wrinkled green faces staring up at me.

Mounds of MUSH in the middle of my plate.

No, we can’t be having them AGAIN today!

This can’t possibly be my fate.

 

Why do they insist on mocking me?

Laughing as I struggle to sit down.

What have I ever done to them?

Isn’t there another kid to pick on in this town?

 

I’d rather have a root canal.

Get a great big shot in the arm.

Sit on the hot cement on a 100 degree day.

Live on a stinky pig farm!

 

Truthfully, you can’t MAKE me eat them

and I know just what I’ll do.

I’ll hire my own lawyer,

you can’t force me ‘cause, I’ll SUE!

 

Just ask me, I’ll do ANYTHING...

even get down on my knees!

I’ll clean the toilets each day for a week!

I just beg you...NO PEAS, PLEASE!