My Little Friend, Pea

My little friend Pea
had broken her knee
by falling clean out of her pod.

My bigger friend Chip
who wanted a dip
was sad that Pea had gone tod.

My wetter friend Curry
was not in a hurry
and offered its creamy liquor,

My redder friend ketchup
was willing to fetch up
a bottle of fresh tommy sauce.

So my little friend Pea
couldn't come to tea
despite tasting great with fries.

But nevertheless
I count myself blessed
I had other ingredients nearby.

If you don't really get where I'm coming from here (few people do!) I'm talking about mushy peas and how they (and curry sauce and ketchup) taste nice with chips. It's a bit of a silly reference but oh well =]

The End

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