I Have Peas in My Drawer
Posted in Once I Was a Kansas Girl and tagged with Food, Poem on July 10, 2008Thank you all for participating in the YouYou yesterday! It was so much fun getting to know you better as I learned/made-up things about you. I also learned that there really ARE that many ways to make potatoes. I came up with 12 different ways, and I didn’t even try that hard.
If you didn’t stop by yesterday, feel free to leave a comment there now, and I’ll still answer the questions about you.
Now, on to regularly scheduled programming…
I Have Peas in My Drawer
I have peas in my drawer.
I don’t know what to do.
I put them there to keep them,
But now they’re looking blue.
Taking peas to work to eat
Seemed an idea bright,
But peas can be hard to gulp,
Especially in this light.
“Eat your vegetables,” Mama says,
And I really, truly try,
But if they’re hot and my lunch is not,
I’m bound to sigh a sigh.
So poor, little peas,
There you sit in the dark,
Just in case one day
I might eat you on a lark.







July 10th, 2008 at 10:35 am
Peas?? Eewwww! And I am too old to feel that way, but I do :-)
July 10th, 2008 at 10:48 am
I do like peas, I really do. It’s just these single-serve containers I bought one time that are in the same container that single-serving of mandarin oranges come in. They just aren’t appetizing!
July 10th, 2008 at 12:24 pm
I can only eat them with salad dressing to camoflauge the taste. lol
July 10th, 2008 at 1:17 pm
Ah, you must have been hit by the “L” shaped storm too. Last night was INTENSE to say the least.
Moving from the city to borderline (I add “borderline” to make myself feel better as I am a city girl through and through) “country/farm land”, yes I come across as that type too. It’s taken me some time to realize society can and does offer up friendly greetings with no harm or ill intentions to follow. You can take the girl out of the City, but you’ll never take the City (and it’s affects) out of the girl. lol
July 10th, 2008 at 7:31 pm
HAH! I get this! I can hear the little kid voice of this poem. Wonderful!
I hated peas when I was a kid
Around and under
My plate they hid
May I be excused and off I run
Hide and seek with peas
Is so much fun
:)
Jen