Ok, here’s how the story goes,
I was once given some fries, a dose.
I was only two years old back then,
Yet I could tell it was better than ramen!
When I grew up though, I grew apart,
Away from the fries, they were far from my heart.
I needed to remember, how good they taste,
So I mixed mayo with fries, into a paste.
It brought back a joy,
So great, oh boy.
I love how it tasted,
That mush I created.
So listen to me, people, say “Ayo!”
Fries taste amazing, with that sauce, mayo.
I woke up in the morning, already bleary,
Then peered at the window, rather teary.
Rain pattered against the window pane; it was very blurry.
I got up and dressed in a hurry.
Pit-patter pit-patter,
This is the worst day,
With my sister here,
She will not listen to what I say!
And down in the country, Old Jack Belay,
He is rather sad, the rain wet his prized hay.
The mayor too, is not in a good state,
For the meeting in town hall, the rain made him late!
Pit-patter pit-patter,
What a horrible day!
I have a green cover,
I named him Terry Jim.
In me he has a lover,
‘Cause yes, he’s a him.
The green blanket of mine,
I take it everywhere,
I even take it to my bed,
I specially take it there!
But now, I've had it long,
And it’s started to come apart,
Now it's as thin as a kitchen tong.
And as it fell apart, it broke my heart.
So my mom bought me a new one, better than the other,
And I hugged her hard, and said, “Love you, Mother!”
You went shopping one day,
Looked at all the products in an array,
Decided whatever you could take,
Without even hitting the brake!
And this would not be so bad,
Had it not been for the fact,
You did not pay them back,
You did not seal the pact.
You said you would,
While you shopped for cooking brine.
But you raced away when you could,
While in the check-out line!
So the police came to your house for an arrest to put you in jail,
Since you never paid, you had just enough to pay the bail!
I hated peas a lot,
But my mom loved them, and cooked them piping hot!
I hated peas for life;
So much, I caused a lot of strife.
But one day, I dipped them in honey,
And they turned out, as good as money!
My dad said, “See? Told ya So So, they are quite a treat!”
“Peas are delicious, and of course, sweet!”
I nodded, then dipped another pea.
“You’re right, dad,” said I; “Yeah,” replied he.
I popped the honey covered pea in.
That delicious green ball, small as a pin.
So now to this day, I love those green peas,
But I’m moving on to mushrooms, those edible Ts...