Poem #16

Peter was a funny boy

Who’d masticate raw cabbage;

He’d drop dry leaves into his mouth

And crunch them like a savage.

 

Peter was the kind of boy

For whom the age-old adage,

‘Eat your greens and you’ll stay lean,’

Was stooped in excess baggage.

 

Peter was a quirky boy

Who made up his own language,

Coding leafy greens

As puddings good enough to ravage.

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