RHYMING POEM

Split Pea Soup

My mother used to make split pea soup a lot when I was a kid

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Disclaimer: Sorry in advance for publishing this poem for a bunch of adults to read.

One particular day,

I arrived home on time

To discover a large pot

Of disgusting green slime.

It had been sitting on the stove

For quite a while

And was molded into

A great big pile.

I asked my Mom,

“What is this mess?”

“Well, whaddya think?” she said.

“Take a guess.”

This was the food

That I dreaded the most.

After one scoop,

My face turned white as a ghost,

I started to hurl,

And then dropped to the floor.

Within five minutes,

The paramedics were at the door.

They knew the symptoms,

Right away,

But did not want to handle it,

Not on this today.

Split pea soup —

What a stupid fool!

I should have been smart

And stayed after school.