Give Peas A Chance.

I nibbled as quietly as I was allowed
(one must never eat open mouthed.)
Whilst devouring my dinner with alacrity,
a gastronomic brainwave came to me.

I’m going to start my own corporation,
it may require public re-education
to get the world to see, like me
all people on earth are busting for peas.

A chain of restaurants, I’ll call ‘pea rest-rooms’
serving food and drinks all based on legumes.
Pea sarnies, Pease pudding, pea curry of course
washed down with pea juice and Worcester Sauce!

I like them mushy, on toast with butter
seasoned with vinegar, salt and pepper.
You may like them different, wrapped in pitta with cheese
There are so many ways for folk to make peas.

I suspect you’ll react like my family and friends
who question my sanity, but that will depend
on whether in the end, you feel no unease,
or shame about needing peas.

I imagine my rest rooms all over the world
“Peas in our Time” or “Peas on Earth”
The world will welcome our green motif
for peas always brings such blessed relief.

I take them hot, more so when cold
and I seem to want more as I’m growing old.
A bag for my peas would be handy indeed
for peas whenever, wherever I need.

I once met a weird girl, the stuff of my dreams,
as obsessed with peas as I am it seemed.
She whispered she’d love my peas on her skin
but she left when I asked, “frozen or tinned?”

Fresh from the garden or out of a can
There’s a pea for every type of man
or woman. So if you stand or if you sit
we must have peas, or we’re all in the shit.

I’ll invite the world in for a pea and some quiet
introduce my brand new World Peas diet
You think I’m a pod brain but I’ll ‘luminate’ this,
It’s those fast food conglomerates who are taking the piss!