My Ongoing Exploration of Earth
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This is a poem I wrote in 2004. I imagine all of my poetry to set to music, though I am rarely able to come up with tunes of my own. This one I imagine to the tune of Just Push Play by Aerosmith. Peas porridge hot Peas porridge cold Peas porridge in the pot Nine days old Some like it hot Some like it cold Some like it in the pot Nine days old Gramma's in the kitchen Smokin' up some pie Grampa won't eat it And he won't say why Gramma's in the kitchen Servin' out some pie Grampa won't eat it And he won't even try Mikey sees some cornbread Sittin' on a shelf There's nobody around He gets it down himself Mikey sees some cornbread Sittin' on the floor Mikey walks away He don't want it anymore Peas porridge hot Peas porridge cold Peas porridge in the pot Nine days old Some like it hot Some like it cold Some like it in the pot Nine days old Kristen's at school Kaylee's on the phone Danny's outside Creating fantasies all alone Kristen's at market Kaylee has flown Tom walks in And makes himself at home Who ate the cheese? Daddy wants some more He'd get it himself But he's too poor Mikey ate the cheese He ate it before Daddy chases mikey Right out the door Peas porridge hot Peas porridge cold Peas porridge in the pot Nine days old Some like it hot Some like it cold Some like it in the pot Nine days old Peas porridge hot Peas porridge cold Peas porridge in the pot Nine days old Some like it hot Some like it cold Some like it in the pot Nine days old
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AuthorMy name is Dan. I am an author, artist, explorer, and contemplator of subjects large and small. Archives
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