I do not wish for...

[vakkotaur]

But I do not wish for peas.

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[frostyw.livejournal.com]

Not even whirled peas?

[vakkotaur.livejournal.com]

Not whirled peas.
Not mashed peas.
Not strained peas.
Not split peas.
Not whole peas.
Not cooked peas.
Not raw peas.
Not sweet peas.
Not snow peas.
Not black-eyed peas, even if they are not really peas.

For peas, you sees, causes me unease.
Their odor (p-u, oh geeze!) is one reminiscent of disease.
Things peasy mke me queasy.
So, please, don't tease, and never, ever afflict me with peas.

[kinkyturtle.livejournal.com]

Would you eat them in a tram?
Would you eat them with a clam?
Would you eat them at the Faire?
Or in Brainerd or Eau Claire?
Would you eat them in a Saab?
At a Burger King with Bob?
Would you eat them on a roll?
Orbiting a big black hole?

[vakkotaur.livejournal.com]

I would not, could not eat them in a tram.
I would not, could not eat them with a clam.
Not at the Faire.
Not in Brainerd or in Eau Claire.
I would not eat them in a Saab.
Nor at a Burger King with Bob.
I would not eat them on a roll.
Nor while orbiting a big black hole.

Even if the peas numbered as many as a Mole,
the only good place for them would be IN that black hole!